Erika
Oh dear Lord, this can't be happening.
I close my eyes, hoping to block everything out, but I can't. Victor continues to rub my hand over his erection—over his large, hard, angry c**k. I've never seen him like this. He's not the cameraman who watches me, the man I've known for a while. He's possessed.
“Say it again," he demands.
“Yes, Sir." My voice isn't my own. It's weaker and submissive.
I've never been submissive in my life.
“Say what you do to me."
My scalp stings as his hold of my hair intensifies.
“I make you hard." When his dark eyes narrow, I add, “Sir."
Victor releases my hand and moves his under the hem of my skirt. Every nerve in my body is on fire. There are flames scorching places within me that I never knew existed. The fatigue from the station is gone,
