Please, Punish Me

He was supposed to be the predator. The wolf. The Alpha. Until I pressed my stiletto between his legs and whispered in his ear: “On all fours.” And he obeyed. Kneeling. Hands cuffed. Hard as a rock, his cock bulging and twitching behind his expensive pants. I smiled. Ran the sharp tip of my heel right over the thick length between his legs. “Wanna come?” I asked sweetly. “Beg.” “With your mouth wide open… like a good little dog.”