“Good. Did I?” He shut off the spray of water and warm air blew at them from all directions.
Did he what? Oh. For some unfathomable reason, her face grew warm. A s*x slave felt no shame. Yet there she stood, blushing from a simple question.
Oh.Simple, yet complex.
“No.” Her voice cracked. “It was no more than I can take.”
He spun her around and shoved the wet hair from her eyes. “Good,” he grunted. “Because I plan on putting my c**k in every hole of yours daily until you beg for mercy.”
He must be very foolish if he thought threatening her with s*x would frighten her.
“Between beatings, that is.”
Her breath halted.
His hand had dropped to cup her mons, though, middle finger gliding over her slit, spiking her temperature again, confirming her suspicion that this was all a game to hi
