Chapter Twenty
Christopher
“Take off your clothes, slave,” Meg says as she stands in my bedroom with her hands on her hips. I was starting to think she would never ask. Part of me still wants to put up some resistance, or at least keep her from knowing how much control she has now, how much trust I have in her.
“f**k you. And I’m not your slave,” is my defiant reply while simultaneously obliging her request, kicking off my shoes and loosening my belt. My pants quickly fall to my ankles. As I slip my t-shirt off over my head, my world goes temporarily goes black. Once I’ve pulled the shirt clear of my face and can see again, her hand thrusts toward me as she grips me around the throat.
“What did you just say to me, you little f**k?” Her voice is stern but still playful as I start to enj
