Bossy Billionaire

I want her tied up. I want her begging. And I always get what I want. The girl that slammed into my MacLaren has a mouth on her I'd like to tame. And that's not the only thing I can clearly imagine doing to it. In fact my d*ck's throbbing against my belt, right here on the street just picturing her delicious body bound and spread, bent over the hood of her dented little car. I tell her it's fate. We were on a collision course to meet. She demands my insurance papers. I invite her for a drink and