Kayde doesn’t waste any time. Still pressing hard and holding me in place, he spits, and I nearly choke when the liquid hits the back of my tongue and seeps into my throat. Every bit of me burns with disgust and humiliation as he does it, but he doesn’t release his grip on me, so there’s no way for me to do anything except stare at him in horror and try not to choke. “Swallow.”
