“Or do you want me to be a good boy and get down on my knees and beg for you?” Her eyes go wide. She licks her lips slowly, and the switch flips in her. I feel it. Like an electric charge between us as her nails drag over my shirt. That touch hits like a spark. Fuck, it burns like it too. I’m holding back. Every muscle in my body is begging to snap. But I won’t. She needs this—control. Power. I want to be the one to give it back to her.
