My hands dig into the soft material of his T-shirt, knowing I can’t escape this. He’s made up his mind. He wants to humiliate me, and this is how he plans to do it. I don’t get to choose how he makes me his slut. And the biggest part of me likes that. That’s what turns me on—having no choice.
After gently kissing my hair, Colt pries himself away from me and grabs my hand, then he turns me to face our audience.
I look over the house. I’ve never been in here before. There are not many decorations. White walls with white leather furniture. Light gray tiled floor. It’s got an open kitchen area to the left. But other than that, it’s more of a mancave.
Back in the right corner is a bed with one nightstand and a dresser. A pool table sits to the right with a dartboard on the wall and a set of
