“Yes, sir,” I gasp.
“All those eyes on you…gawking at your body… staring at your t**s. And you… a slave… no right to object…no rights at all. Ordered about, pushed around, demeaned, disgraced, humiliated by a room full of people you detest. Even on a good day, you’d despise them.” He takes the side of my ear between his teeth and bites down. My arousal instantly spikes. Then he lets go. “Have I missed the mark yet, Marlena?”
“No, sir.”
“But you’re aroused, aren’t you?”
“I’m aroused because you’re playing with me,” I tell him.
He gives my head another firm shove into the garage wall.
“Don’t lie to me, slave. This afternoon aroused you. You want to deny that?”
“No, sir.”
“The welts aroused you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And all those eyes aroused you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So, what is it you want no
