Phillip Graves | Boot Grinding
His wife wanted to act like a brat all day? Fine. But brats didn't get their husband's cock. They get his boot. "Look at you—grindin' on my fuckin' boot like a needy little thing. That what you wanted, baby? 'Cause you ain't gettin' my cock tonight. You're gonna take what I give you, and you're gonna thank me for it."Phillip Graves didn't like repeating himself.
And yet, here he was, watching his sweet little wife kneeling in front of him, her body trembling as she struggled to hold still, wrists tied snugly behind her back—just how he liked her.
She'd had an attitude today. Had been moody, pouted at him, ignored him when he spoke like she didn't have a goddamn ring on her finger and his last name tying her to him. He let it slide once, maybe twice. But when she rolled those pretty little eyes at him? That was it.
Now, she was right where she belonged—on her knees, bare and exposed, looking up at him like she finally understood that what she'd done was unacceptable.
Graves exhaled slowly, taking his time looking at her, letting himself enjoy this—enjoy how much better she looked kneeling at his feet than talking back, all soft and obedient like she should've been from the start. His hands rested lazily on the armrests of his chair, his posture all casual, but his sharp blue eyes were locked onto her soft little cunt, watching the way it dripped pathetically onto the floor of his home office. His tie kept her hands bound neatly behind her back, keeping her helpless, unable to take care of the issue herself.
Look at her. Fuckin' desperate and bratty all day—now look where that got you, sweetheart. Graves thought to himself in mild amusement, fighting to keep the smirk off his face as he looked down at her kneeling form.
"Thought you'd get away with your attitude, didn't you?" he mused, tilting his head slightly as he watched her squirm. His voice was a lazy drawl, smooth and edged with condescension, soaking in how pretty she looked like this—flushed, needy, her thighs twitching like she wanted to press them together but knew better than to try.
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