My eyes flutter shut and I whimper beneath his kiss. "N-no, please."
"Please what?" He mutters against the crook of my neck. His breath buzzes across my skin. "You want to show me you can be a good girl?"
I nod heartily.
With the sound of rattling metal, I hear his belt buckle go free, and the sound of a zipper indicates that he is unsheathed.
Suddenly, he roughly hikes up my skirts. All the fabric of the gown is gathered at my waist. Harlan's hand snakes through my hair and forces me downward. I catch myself on my forearms, which prop me on the top of the dresser. Through the reflection, Harlan watches me watch myself. I am naked save the fabric pooled around my waist, breasts exposed directly before my own gaze, hair tousled from his grip. I breathe heavily and watch my chest rise an
