There was something about Lucy: something about the two of us. I wanted her, and she was waking up something in me that I never expected to find. I wanted to rule her, hard, stripe her, make her cry, make her serve me, like my Sir did to me. And then make her come, over and over, helplessly. Like my Sir did for me too. I don’t know how much of that she knew, or how much of it she wanted, but I could see she felt at least some of it. It was in her eyes. And when we ate together she kept finding reasons to touch me.
But I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.