Here's a new excerpt from "Sir Yes Sir"! Enjoy!
I could see it in my mind’s eye and picture waiting until after dinner, until we were alone in the bedroom. I would stand before him with downcast eyes and flushed cheeks as I murmured my secret to the white shag carpet.
“What?” he'd say, his voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. Feeling the pulsing of his cock, Dean would clear his throat and ask, louder, “What did you say?”
“I was a bad girl,” I would admit, softly, looking into his eyes.
“What did you do?” he’d ask, practically begging me to say it again.
“I played with myself while you were away, Sir,” I'd admit, trying to
look away again.
Dean wouldn’t have any of it, though. He’d stand up, towering over me, and take my jaw in his hand. He’d scold me with his eyes and still unable to resist the lure of my mouth he’d bend his head to capture my tongue. The kiss would be possessive and just a bit forceful and it would take my breath away. Like now.