“What do you want, my dirty little slut?” His voice is husky, ragged, deeper than I’ve ever heard it. The menace doesn’t match the man, but I’m in the moment, here for anything he wants. “You want me to f**k you?”
I search my brain for words, but I can’t speak because this man is completely short-circuiting my brain. The thought to speech side of things isn’t properly working.
I make a few garbled noises, and some unintelligent things come out. Finally, I just nod and whimper. Every sensation is more intense because I can’t move to relieve the pressure, can’t flip around.
“Put your arms out to the side.” When I misunderstand, he takes one wrist and shoves it against the wall so my palm is flat against the textured wall and my arm is extended.
There are no more words spoken between us a
