“When you ask me for that, Marie,” he said, “there won’t be any ‘maybe’ about it. You’ll be torn up with need, swamped in your own pleasure, whimpering for my dick after I’ve made you come so many times you’ll have forgotten your own fucking name.” He took my chin and forced me to look at him. “I’ll have you like that, sweetheart, or I don’t deserve to have you at all.”
