I liked to watch them beg.
Not because I was merciful—God no. But because humans didn’t know how to want properly until they were on their knees. Broken open. Dripping. Starving for something they couldn’t even name.
And she was the worst kind of addict.
Mouth parted. Skin flushed. Pupils blown wide. She sat at the edge of my bed like temptation itself, trembling under my stare, soaked through her panties and still pretending she had a choice.
She didn’t.
She'd offered herself up. Whispered the words before she even understood what she’d promised.
"Anything," she'd said.
And I intended to collect.
I stepped in close, watching her eyes trail over my chest, down my stomach, and land on the thick line of my c**k pressed against the front of my pants.
Her breath hitched. Her thighs sh
