“I tell her when she is and isn’t allowed to look, though. I tell her that she has to play the game, or she doesn’t get to see anything.” “That sounds like a cruel punishment to me.” “Mmmm. But I am cruel. I make her wait. By the time I give her permission to give in to her needs, she’s panting for me. Begging for me. Whispering all of the things she wants and needs from me.” “You like it when she begs?” My breath hitched in the back of my throat. This was pure torture, and he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He smiled, his mouth returning to whisper in my ear. “The sound of her begging
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