Chapter 188: Machala

He never had a problem dominating me. Taking me like this was his way of breaking me down and letting me know he possessed every part of me. Almost. I remained still, accepting his cock and his control. Even with the large butt plug as preparation, it burned.

I tried to think about anything but what he was doing.

Bad sub. That was me.

I flashed back to the best months of my life. During our weekends together, it was Monday mornings when his true sadist spiked. Luke enjoyed discussing my sexual likes and dislikes, but really we played a game of cat and mouse. It felt strange sitting with him at his kitchen table-cups of coffee in front of us, fully dressed. The conversations had me squirming, which I tried to hide. After discussing our two days of sexual depravity, I left his home and went to work a wet mess. Part of his game was staying hands off on Monday mornings. He'd kick back in the kitchen chair, tilting it slightly and watching my reactions with his impenetrable gaze. It plea