He spun her around and placed her hands on the wall, spread above her head.

     “Don’t move your hands from here, poppet,” he growled into her ear, loving the shiver it produced.

     “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say, her voice breathy and soft.

     He dragged his hands down her arms, across her shoulders, down over her shoulder blades, and then around across her ribs to cup her heavy breasts. He felt the weight of them in his hands and ground his cock against the cleft of her arse. She pushed back against him and he pinched her nipples hard, in reward and warning for her not to move. She groaned...