"What... what are you doing?" I breathed out, his fingers twisting inside my püssy. s**t, I was dripping... for a butler.
He pulled his fingers out, a smirk curving his lips. “An inspection, Margaret. Just checking if the trash he’s taking back is still usable.”
Trash? Usable?
What the hell was I doing taking all this insults. Was this really the only way to seek his forgiveness?
Charles circled me slowly, like a predator inspecting its captured prey. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.
I felt open, exposed... without thinking, and on reflex... I crossed my arms on my chest, my last attempt at hiding away.
"Arms at your sides.” He yelled, slapping my hands away harshly.
I held my arms tight on my chest, in a weak attempt at a protest, my eyesight bl
