Broken Bonds

"You don't want me as your master, you wouldn't survive if I owned you," the dark words made me cringe. "But, I love you, I chose you," I mutter, my voice filled with sorrow. At once, I am over the desk, a hard cock pressed against my ass as a strong pair of hand wrap around my neck. "I will fuck you hard until you pass out if you were mine," he breathes in my ear. "It makes me so wet," I blurt out. I am supposed to be his, but Whitlock wouldn't own me, until his friend wants a piece of me. Is he ready to give me away or will the emotions he is fighting off be enough to safe us?