The morning light made everything feel like an interrogation for treason.
I was still on my knees on the cold kitchen tile, my breath hitching in my throat as Robert loomed over me. He held the black lace up, dangling it like air. My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs.
"Inhale," he commanded, his voice low, as he pressed the lace against my parted lips. The scent of my own arousal, mixed with his expensive cologne, filled my nose. It made my head swim. "Do you smell it, Chloe? That’s the smell of what you’re capable of when you think no one is watching."
I tried to pull back, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he didn't move. He held my chin firmly, his thumb dragging against my lower lip. Slowly.
"Everyone is heading to the lake," he said, his eyes scanning my face with a
