“Do you understand why I make you beg?” He doesn’t allow me to answer as he shoves his fingers into my throat. I try to suck them, showing him how good I’ll be. “I make you beg, so that tomorrow, when I’ve fucked you in so many positions, multiple times over that your legs shake when you stand and your back hurts from being bent over, you’ll remember asking for it. You’ll remember begging me for it and you won’t be able to tell me this wasn’t what you wanted.”
