Pressing his temple to the floor, Kaegan’s breath hitched and inhaled harshly through his nose. Tears stung his eyes, thighs trembling from the effort of keeping his hips from twitching forward, and bit back moans when her fingernails ghosted over his cock.
“Mistress,” he gasped, the title lit with endearment; an affectionate declaration. A shiver crackled through him, goosebumps flowering down his spine at my good boy. Kaegan blinked the moisture from his eyes, “yes, anything for you, Mistress. Please,” he babbled.