You love it when Misha gets aggressive in bed. He never actually hurts you, just gets rough enough to assert his dominance– to make you be good for him. One night, he’s fucking you so hard you think his big, beautiful cock might become a permanent part of you. Suddenly his hand is snaking up around your throat, squeezing just enough but not too much. He whispers in your ear, “I like holding your throat while I fuck you, baby. Makes me feel in control. And I am in control, aren’t I? You belong to me. You’re mine. Only I can make you feel like this…”