leaving me in just my underwear and stilettos. “Safe word,” he demanded as his hand covered mine on his dick. “You’re either severely overestimating your prowess or once again underestimating what I can handle.” “Give me your safe word, Pix.” He enunciated the sentence as if I were both aggravating and stupid. “If it’ll get you to move things along, fine. Library.” “Good girl,” he growled.
