Penelope
The manipulation is as clear as day but men like Graham have egos that make them blind. He wants to believe I am eager for his attention, just held back by physical weakness. If that's what he wants, that's what I'll give him.
"You're right," he says slowly, though his hand remains on my waist. "When I take you, I want you at full strength. I want to see you properly grateful, not half-conscious." He agrees.
Relief floods through me, but it's short-lived.
"However," Graham continues, his other hand coming up to cup my face, "there are other ways you can show your... gratitude for my patience."
His thumb traces my lower lip and his intentions are unmistakable.
He wants to kiss me? This pathetic old skank wants to have his dirty mouth all over me?
My stomach churns and naus
