"Do you want to kiss me?" "Yes, Mistress." "Ask me nicely." "Please may I kiss you, Mistress, please?" Her laugh was rich with cruelty, her lips mere millimeters from his, close enough so he could feel the hot puff of her breath against his pleading tongue. "Oh, I love it when you beg." He strained his neck, reaching for her lips, which she easily kept just out of his reach, as desire turned to desperation. "Please, Mistress…" "Oh, poor adult baby." Her voice dripped with mock-pity. "So close to the thing you want, but having to wait for permission. It…
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