Nyla K

“You look delicious in these, baby. Just like I knew you would.”

My brain urges me to protest. To keep fighting despite how badly my body wants one of those killer orgasms he drags out of me right about now.

“I-I’m not your baby,”

Don’t cuff me. Please. I’ll be good.”

He lets out a ragged breath, blinking slowly. “God… if you want to make me come in my pants, by all means keep saying things like that.”

Kemper huffs a quiet laugh and my eyes bounce up to his face. “What?”

“You look like a kid right now,” he mumbles, those mysterious eyes glinting at me. “Just… blissfully innocent. It’s pretty adorable.”