Thirteen
JADE POV.
My chest singed and I felt my face burn in mortification as I lay across Dearil's lap. It was horrible the effect his voice had on me. He'd gotten me to crawl to him as a dog would, which was something I didn't see happening in years to come, and now he was going to s***k me like some little kid and he freaking expected me to count.
He'd slipped a handcuff against my wrist which rested behind my back when I had tried to punch him.
His hands trailed my back and his finger danced across my skin, the dress I wore the only barrier between them and my flesh.
I couldn't remember if I'd ever been s*****d. It was always a whip, so I was pretty sure I could take it and he would never get me to count.
The thought had barely formed when he pulled down my shorts in a sw
