Reaching out, he grips my chin. His fingers dig into my skin, forcing a whimper from my parted lips. Holding me in place, he lowers his face to mine. “I love it when you cry,” he whispers before running the tip of his tongue along my face, tasting my tear that had just fallen. “It makes my c**k hard.”
My eyes fall shut, and the room feels like it’s tilting. The last drink Colt made me down must be hitting me. About time.
I feel his hot breath on my face as he moves to my ear. He starts nibbling on it, forcing a shiver out of me. “What are you, princess?” he growls in my ear.
“Your slut,” I answer breathlessly, so easily falling into that role that he’s taught me to crave.
“And what are you going to do for me?” His lips trail down to my neck as he tilts my head to the side by my chin.
