“Jacob is on all fours, completely naked. He has a collar wrapped around his neck, and you’re standing over him, holding the leash taut in your left hand. In your right hand is a riding crop. “Jacob,” you purr. “Yes, master?” He replies. “Stand up,” you order. He obediently obliges, and you coil the leash around your hand, drawing him closer to you. Once you two are face to face, you run the riding crop down his bare chest, his waist, down his thigh to his knee, back up his thigh, and then you settle it right above his growing erection. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?” You ask. He looks up, surprised that you’re asking for his input. Then he smirks. “As hard as I am for you.”