“You spread for your cowboy, Harmony?” he asked, his voice sending goosebumps across my body. “Yes,” I rasped. “You still playing with your little nipples?” “Yes,” I replied, pinching the right one. My back arched slightly, my body resurrecting itself. He hummed, pleased with my answer. I liked that. I liked that he was pleased—because of me. “Don’t ignore that little pussy of yours, darlin’. She needs attention too.” Now, a whisper of doubt, sent by the monster, shot straight up to the surface, ready to whisper in my ear and ruin this.
