Miguel was a person who loved versatility. He loved the pain, he loved being a switch. He loved the thrill. And you, he had found you, who accepted for who he was and what he liked, and it was a match made in heaven for you both. Sometimes you would dominate, and other times he would, but it was mostly him who was doing the begging and on his knees for more. “Please, doll, you know I love the pain. Me encanta.” Miguel pouted and begged you to be rough with him again.