Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
He grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. I swallow hard, my nipples pebbling instantly. He bends down to look me in the eyes. “Wh-what?” “If I tell you to do something, you do it,” he states, and I stubbornly want to argue. I’m not his toy, I’m— “If you don’t want to do it, you tell me. Don’t stay silent. Please.”
