When I don’t immediately respond, he kneads the heel of his palm against my c**t until my bottom lip pops from between myteeth in another moan. The way he’s holding my wrists together above my head has my torso lifted out of the water, and now,my n*****s are tightened almost painfully in the cool air.
“If I tell you to drop to your knees and open your pretty mouth, you do it.” His thumb brushes over that bundle of nerves and
pinches just enough to make me whimper and nod. “If I tell you to bend over my f*****g desk and spread your legs, you do it.”He pushes one, then two, thick fingers inside me, holding there. “Anytime, anywhere, you will do exactly as I say and you willtake whatever I f*****g give you until I’m done. Until I say I’m done.”
I whimper again. I nod, and nod, and nod some
