“You love me, sugar. I know that.” His words thudded into her like painful blows to her chest. “Can’t you say the words?”
“I…” Her arousal was dying as confusion, and worry filled her. He knew she loved him? Her hands tightened on the chains until her fingers hurt. Yes, she loved him; how could she not love him? But telling him would leave her so vulnerable. “I can’t.”
“All right.” His eyes never left hers. “Then say, ‘I don’t love you, Sir.’”
The thought of saying that, the sheer wrongness drove the breath from her lungs. Her eyes filled, and she shook her head helplessly.
“You, little rabbit, are very good at getting yourself stuck where you can’t go forward or go back.” His eyes crinkled. “Let’s see if I can’t give you a push.” Setting the head of his c**k at her entrance, he rocked
