“Yes,” he said, but what really caught my attention was the discernible sound of his zipper being pulled down—did he want me to know he was fondling himself?
“Don’t get too busy,” I said with a laugh. “You’re supposed to be impressing me.”
“Oh, you will be impressed, Nissa. I guarantee it. I live and die by my word.”
“Prove it, boss,” I teased.
“You’re insubordinate, and I like that in my women. Makes it so much more interesting when I break them.”
“Oh, you think you’re going to break me?” I challenged as my fingers played with the waistband of my pajamas.
“I know I’m going to break you. I’ll make you beg. Scream. I’ll make you mine. And then, when you’re so thoroughly fucked your legs can’t support you, I’ll ruin you for every man that’s to come.” (more…)