He never had a problem dominating me. Taking me like this was his way of breaking me down and letting me know he possessed every part of me. Almost. I remained still, accepting his cock and his control. Even with the large butt plug as preparation, it burned.

I tried to think about anything but what he was doing.

Bad sub. That was me.

I flashed back to the best months of my life. During our weekends together, it was Monday mornings when his true sadist spiked. ...