What Happens at 3:07 AM...
by Lady Domitille
“I want to keep you,” the voice continued, throwing an arm across her Domme.
“I think you will find that it’s me who gets to keep you,” the authoritative voice slowly beginning to slide in again.
“Well… let’s keep fighting over it,” she grinned, nipping at her shoulder, “That seems to always work out well for us.”