When I get home, I expect you to be in the corner,” I told Alejandro.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The night was going to be all about him. From the moment I got home until we shut off the lights and went to sleep. This was his night, and he knew it. That didn’t mean he guessed everything I had in store for him. A good top keeps a few tricks up her sleeve — or in her snatch. But I was sure he had an inkling that his punishment meant he’d be the submissive sex star of his dreams, and I would try my best to make each one of his dirty fantasies come true. (“Come” being the operative word, of course.)

Alejandro had let me down, and he knew it. My request the previous night hadn’t been unusual, nothing too big or too hard for him to handle, yet he’d failed... Read More