“You’re going to do your best to please me and make up for this poor attitude tonight.”
He gathered my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled a little so that my chest was off the floor. I pushed my hands into the rug to support myself, whimpering.
“Right now you can please me by apologizing.”
He grabbed my ass and then started rubbing his hand up and down.
“Claire…” he was letting me know he was waiting and I suspected, ready to strike again. He squeezed my rear end.
“Sorry,” I spat, hating my life with a passion.
“You want me to make you come again, baby? You’d better do better than that.” he whispered. I couldn’t even think. My brain was filled with a list of expletives that wanted to scream out of my mouth but I held my tongue.
“Hmm?” he slapped my ass again. I was going to
