Dying to Submit (con't)

"Daddy, this rope is cutting my wrists," I pleaded hoping my Dom would have a little sympathy. 

"Ok babygirl."

My Dom fiddled with the rope for a few minutes until my hands were free. I exhaled and relaxed my head on the headrest. In a matter of seconds, my seat reclined and my dress was pulled up over my head. The blindfold I was wearing became one with my dress. My body was fully exposed. I closed my eyes and allowed my Dom and his business partner John to have their way with me. While my Dom's hands cupped my breasts, his partner's hands slid between my thighs.

"Oooh she's a tighty,"

"Yeah man. You got 6 minutes to get yours," my Dom asserted.

John was out of his pants and shirt before my Dom could finish his sentence. I opened my eyes to behold his muscular physique. He was wearing a gold, diamond encrusted cross about the size of an iPhone. It was natural for me to keep my hands down by my side, but his bald head was hard to resist. I took my hand and massaged his smooth head.

...to be continued (keep reading)

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