Sophia kept surprising me. Every time I thought I knew how far she would go, she pushed a little further. The power she held over me wasn’t just in the bedroom anymore. It followed me everywhere, and I was starting to crave it.
One Saturday night she told me we were going out to dinner with a few friends. I expected a normal evening — good food, laughs, maybe a couple of drinks. But when I finished dressing in my dark shirt and slacks, Sophia walked into the room holding a small black box.
“Open it,” she said, smiling that calm, dangerous smile.
Inside was a smooth, black vibrating plug, surprisingly heavy for its size, along with a tiny remote.
“Turn around and drop your pants,” she ordered softly.
My c**k twitched even as nerves hit me. I did what she said. She lubed the plug genero
