“You sure seem like a guy who wishes it was him I was about to fuck at an art exhibit.” He places one hand on either side of me, bracing himself against the table, bringing us face-to-face. “I don’t need to take you to an art exhibit, princess,” he replies. He leans close so his mouth is beside my ear. “We both know I could tell you to get on all fours right now and you’d do it. I could tell you to get on your knees and suck me off. You’d do any-fucking-thing I asked.”
