Vand Santos

He was supposed to be the predator.
The wolf.
The Alpha.

Until I pressed my stiletto between his legs and whispered in his ear:

“On all fours.”

And he obeyed.

Kneeling.
Hands cuffed.
Hard as a rock, his cock bulging and twitching behind his expensive pants.

I smiled.

Ran the sharp tip of my heel right over the thick length between his legs.

“Wanna come?” I asked sweetly.
“Beg.”
“With your mouth wide open… like a good little dog.”