Thinking of a cute little pup on their knees for me letting me pet them and praise them. Just for me to shove my fingers in their mouth and watch every coherent thought leave their pretty mind.
"You're such a good pup, baby," I'll praise them with a condescending look.
"Now roll over like a good dog and let me play with you."
They start drooling as they do what they're told. Getting onto their knees and elbows and showing me just how wet they are for me.
I'm overwhelmed with the power I have over them, pushing my fingers inside them, ghosting my blade over their ass and watching as they flinch and whine. My fingers are warm and wet inside them, curling slowly and pushing as deep as our bodies allow.
They moan loudly when I start thrusting my fingers hard and fast. I pull my fingers out, making them whine and get down on their level. I smack them and grip their jaw tightly, with my nails, pushing them into the ground.
"Good pups don't speak without permission."