"What's on the menu?"
From Create Your Own Story
Dean smiles, and his eyes light up with something darker than mischief.
“That depends on you, boy.” He leans in closer. "There's a playroom in the back there, behind the curtains. There's some couches, and a sling, and a stocks. Or if you want, I could take you home and give you the night of your dreams, boy. You won't be innocent when I'm through with you, but you'll be fucking satisfied." He leans in to your ear. "Emphasis on the fucking." He reaches one gloved hand around behind you, and squeezes your ass.
You swallow, feeling your dick twitch. Holy crap.
You say...
