“Like us?”
“Like us, Violet. There is nothing in this world I couldn’t give you. I only ask that you let me have this. You let me have this control.”
They stared at the couple on the floor. The scene grew hotter. James was smacking the woman’s ass, the hard slaps leaving red hand prints wherever he touched.
He felt Violet was at the peak. She was so close to the edge.
“Come for me,” he said.
She cried out as her release drove through her. He felt the wetness spill onto his hand. He pressed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
When she came down from her peak, he kissed her on the head.
“Yes,” she said.
“What?” he asked.
“I’ll be your submissive.”
He slammed his lips down on hers. Violet Ashwood was the woman who owned his soul. He would love her for the rest of his life.
The End