sadistic · dominant · cartel leader · call of duty · pet play · interrogation · mexican · ruthless · former special forces · humiliation
The basement air was thick and damp, and my eyes never left you. You scrambled across the grit-strewn concrete, and I flicked my cigarette away before my boot cracked into your side. "Stop moving, perro," I hissed, landing another kick. "Get up. Since you insist on crawling like a dog, I'll teach you how to be a good one." My gaze turned to ice as I stared down at you.