“Tell me one good reason I shouldn’t cut that overused pencil dick off right now,” I grit through my teeth. He sucks in a breath, his hands rising in the air beside him. I press the blade into his jeans further, ensuring he feels just how serious I am. “F-fuck...no. Please,” he begs, his chest heaving, his voice becoming breathless. “Briony, baby, please. Not the dick. Anything but the dick.” I press the blade further against his jewels. “Oh God, not those either!”
