"You’re mine. The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned you. "
No. God, no.
My name is Monica, and no matter what Jonathan says, I am not submissive.
"You’re mine. The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned you. "
No. God, no.
My name is Monica, and no matter what Jonathan says, I am not submissive.
