His lips pressed to the base of my neck, his free hand moving to my throat, around the collar, his other holding the leash at my waist. I felt the delicious scrape of his teeth as they grazed my burning flesh there. I dropped my head back, allowing him better access, his c**k stiffening against me. I slitted my eyes open, taking in our forms in the mirror. Both of us naked, his larger body dwarfing my smaller one, at 6’5” he was taller than most anyone. The olive hue to his skin a contrast against my creamy white one, my curves and slopes punctuated by his hard lines and angles. In short, a study in opposites. He tugged lightly on the collar, his heated eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“Follow me cor muem (my heart).” So, I did, following several footsteps behind him as he led me back to
