Alisa
I hesitate, my fingers trembling as I lower my hand between my legs. I can feel Derrick’s eyes on me, burning into my skin, watching every flicker of hesitation, every shudder of anticipation.
“Now, Alisa.” His voice is steady, unwavering, commanding. “I expect you to obey my commands.”
I swallow hard and press my fingertips against my slick folds, testing, feeling the heat between my thighs.
The idea of touching myself in front of him - of baring this side of me so openly - makes my entire body pulse with a mixture of shame and arousal.
My had just kind of hovers there, resting between my legs. “I can’t…” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“You can.” His tone softens, but only just. “You will learn how to love yourself.”
Derrick shifts forward, his presence looming over me
