“And you deserve to be worshiped. You deserve to have sex the way you want to—regardless of your size.” “W-what?” I managed, staring at him in shocked awe. I didn’t know how to accept this. No one had ever spoken to me this way before. “Why—I—” “Because I said so.” Trent leaned back in his seat, all casual confidence, a lion bouncing a mouse between its paws. “And you’re going to do what I say, whether you like it or not.”
