[short] Good Boy
My hand grips their hair as hard as I can. I twist my wrist and push my hand down, dragging them by the scalp to their knees. “That’s my good boy. You only need a little direction.” I don’t think they can see me, but my smirk must be audible in my tone.
“Fuck! Princess!”
“Oh, hush, fuckdoll. We both know you like it like this.”
Their cheeks and the tips of their ears turn bright red and their hands move to shield their face.