"I never agreed to only throat-f**k you, Carleigha. And when I say I'm f*****g your ass, I mean your arse. I'm not f*****g that cunt, you will have to beg for it,"
"I don't agree," I rose to my feet, wearing an angry look.
"You don't agree? How is that my business?" he coldly asked me.
"Please, I didn't like you f*****g my throat and certainly not..."
"I'll give you another option then,"
"I'm not letting you f**k me. Go away," I ran to the bathroom and locked it from inside. Feeling dirty, I decided to bathe again.
"You will beg for it," was the last thing I heard before the slamming of the door.
I wanted to believe he'd already left, but I stayed in the bathroom, with boredom as my only company, for two hours. Afterwards, I left the bathroom cautiously, my eyes dart
