“Beg for it.” I glared over my shoulder. I lowered my torso so my face was touching the ground, pushing my hips back on him. He pulled it away again. “Uh-uh! You should know better than anyone how we ask for things.” He smirked. “I want to hear you beg.” “Please,” I pleaded. “Please, I…need it inside. I feel so empty,” I whined, glancing over my shoulder from the floor. “I want to lose my voice by the time I’m done screaming your name.” There was a psychotic glint in his eye.
