Micheal
I don’t like it.
The loss of control.
Have been having power over him for a while even though we don't get to be together a lot.
The idea of being under someone else.
Of being hurt when I should be the one inflicting pain.
I’ve always been in control, so this entire thing kicks my survival instinct into overdrive.
And I twist beneath him, wanting to fight this for real.
To stop it—not that he’d let me.
The other part, the part that can’t help coming back for more, likes that he won’t let me.
Jeez. I knew I was f****d up, but I didn’t think I was this f****d up.
Ryder shoves my back down when I fight and slaps my ass, then lifts it in the air. “Stay still so I can lube my p***y up.”
A groan rips out of me when his fingers lather cold gel all over my ass hole, and I b
