Strip, boy

I pull away suddenly, your head still held back by my fingers twisted in your hair. Your whole body strains to get at me, but you know better than to try. We are both breathing hard, I release my grip on you.

“Hands behind your head,” I say.

You immediately comply, locking your fingers behind your head, your eyes on me.

— Strip, boy, from Domme Chronicles:  Erotic tales of love, passion, & domination