BONUS: Be My Favorite

Sunday Smut for the Pleasure Philanthropists!

MY MOTHER HAD RAISED ME TO STAND TALL, to never bow to any man, to hold my head high no matter what the world threw at me. And yet here I was, kneeling on Dante’s bedroom floor, the carpet rough against my skin, looking up at him as he held his dick in his hand as if he was about to anoint me.

Growing up, it was drilled into me that dirtying your knees w…