KinnPorsche

"Faster!" he said in an authoritative tone. Instead of an answer, Kinn entered the room. He was holding a tray with a luxuriously looking meal and a bottle of red wine. He was wearing a collar. Just a collar and a cock ring.
He came closer to where Porsche was sitting on the sofa. He carefully put the tray on the coffee table and knelt.
"Are you not going to feed me?" Porsche raised his eyebrow, caressing Kinn's cheek with a riding crop.
And at that moment, Kinn realized he had made a mistake. He gave Porsche too much power.