Part of me hopes it’s the latter.
“You can’t treat me like a trained poodle and expect me to put out at the end of the night,” she hisses.
“But don’t you want your reward for being a good girl?” I taunt. “Or have you already forgotten how many times you came the last time we f****d?”
Her cheeks flush scarlet, and I want to pull her towards me and remind her exactly how good I can make her feel.
“I won’t be a ‘good girl’ for you. Especially not if you’re going to treat me like a pet.”
“Then you’ll be punished,” I say flatly. “There are consequences for breaking rules. We all must face them.”
“You’ve never faced consequences for anything,” she snorts.
My entire body stiffens. For a split second, I’m back in the chaos of that moment. I hear the echo of that bullet against the walls of
