BANKS POV.
She is sitting, eyes darting everywhere except me.
Still refusing to sign so I switch tactic.
“You bleed heavy.”
Her head lifts sharply at my words and I hold her gaze: steady and unhurried. A dare dressed as an observation.
“How did you know that si....master?” The correction comes quick. She’s learning.
“I’ve f****d you and licked my c*m off you.” I say it flat, my eyes tracking the rise and fall of her chest.
Her mouth falls open. Eyes blazing high with fury and I watch her fight it. Watch her swallow the rage that made her lash against a man double her size the first day I saw her.
The war on her face is more interesting than most conversations I’ve had this week: She holds the stare, lick and clamp her mouth shut, make heavy effort to swallow... Finally,she blink
