Where the fuck had all that come from? “Would you forgive me if I did that for you?”
Wait… what? Sex “I don’t know!” She barked as she worked her dress back over her hips. “Okay,” I said, and laid back down. I let my eyes wander over her trim body. You can’t-” I slapped one hand over her mouth to shut her the fuck up and gave one final thrust deep in her as I felt myself unload into her sopping wet cunt. She was more like a wounded predator trying to use every last trick she had to survive, and I had to remember that. Because I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. “It’s a fucking paperweight,” she muttered as she rummaged through her bag for something. It was something I’d imagined countless times over the past year. I needed to break her. “Okay,” I said, and laid back down. “What will it take?” Her tone had shifted from sweet to flat and transactional; that seductive demeanor evaporated in an instant. She was completely dependent on me, and before I was done with her, she would be begging me to take her. It had worked earlier with Andrew. “To mistreat-” SLAP. Are you going to fuck me?” She said through a clenched jaw. That’s why you left me
