Cleo Benedict DominatrixChapter 3
Ralph’s erection had already been nicely rigid, by Cleo’s cruel and satisfied smile on the verdict than Brown was to hang for a murder she’d enjoyed committing, and it pulsed to full rigidity as she rose from her seat in the courtroom gallery, and transferred that smile to him. “I think a nice little initiation ceremony of your worship of me is in order, now there’s no irritations in the way.” She turned without further need for comment, or response from him, her ownership of him not...