“You’re going to use your fingers,” he instructs slowly, letting go of my hand. His lips are hot against the arch of my ear. “And you’re going to make yourself come.” “What? But I—” His teeth close around the fleshy part of my neck, just this side of too hard. I yelp. Squirm against his chest. Moan in frustration. Plead wordlessly. “Tell me, killer.” He nuzzles me. “What makes you think that this is a negotiation?”
