ANGEL
I opened it.
He put his fingers on my tongue. The taste of myself flooded my mouth — salt and musk — and he pushed them deep enough to make me gag. Held them there while my eyes watered.
“That’s what a bad girl tastes like,” he said. “Get used to it. You’ll be licking it off my c**k later.”
My eyes watered. I sucked his fingers. He pulled them out, wiped them on my bare breast, and stood up. The warm wet of it turned my n*****s to peaks.
I heard his belt buckle.
Everything after that was punishment.
He grabbed my hips and flipped me. I was face down on the couch. He yanked my hips up — knees on the cushion, chest pressed flat, ass in the air. His hand shoved between my shoulder blades and held me down.
“Stay,” he said.
I obeyed, like his dog. His property.
His hands grippe
