“You think you’re in charge now?” he asked, one hand wrapping around my throat—not tight, just enough to remind me. “You’re mine, darlin’. You ride for me.” I was unraveling. The hat dipped. Sweat rolled down my spine. “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me who owns this pussy.” “You do,” I choked out, riding harder, faster, chasing that edge. “You cum on this dick, you let everybody know who it belongs to.”
