“I couldn’t be more serious. From now on, you’ll smell like me, so whenever you move, you’ll remember who owns you.” I shook my head, embarrassment and something else hot and weird moving rapidly in my belly. “No, I won’t do it.” He leaned in and touched my lips with a finger. “It either goes here, here”—he tapped the panties and then moved his finger to my hips, tapping between my legs— “or here. Your choice.”
