Under the thumb

 


Oh the things I'd planned for her. The cruel filthy things I'd wanted do to the soft female body my former male bully was now trapped in.

But when the time came I couldn't go through with it. The first time the new girl looked at me with those wide blue eyes it melted my heart.

I tried to tell myself that I was still in charge. That treating her like a girl, buying her pretty dresses and paying for expensive meals, was all part of the plan. But the truth was I was under her thumb just as firmly as I had been when she'd been a hulking linebacker. The only difference was she no longer needed to push me around when just a smile and flirtatious glance would set me scrambling after her like the pathetic simp I'd become.

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