I want to feel weak.” He hums, moving his fingers down to my belly button. “Why?” “So you can feel strong.” I let out a shuddering breath when he reaches behind me and strokes my ass. “I want to feel like your victim.” “Why?” he asks again, this time dragging that same finger through my crease. I stare him dead in the eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I hesitantly raise my hand and place them on his chest. “So you can be my monster.”
