Glen Pov
I saw Ian fuming in anger. His eyes were darker than usual, he was choking me instead of getting scared I felt wet between my legs. It's not normal, right? When did I become a pevert? Guess when I am with Ian. He pressured little harder and asked in a low raspy voice that gave me chill in my spine, "Where were you? Who is that bastard dropped you here?"
I gulped and replied, "He is Aron, my friend, I hang out with him". By hearing me his eyes soften, he loosens the pressure on my neck, leans in, and whispers on my parted lips, "MINE. YOU ARE MINE". I whispered back "Yours I am all yours Daddy". He groaned and slammed our lips together for a ferious kiss. It's rough and needy. He pulled me closer to him by my waist, in instinct I wrapped my legs around his torso. He spun and walked to living room without breaking the kiss.
