Tipping my mouth to her ear, I softly ask, “Would it be easier if I made it an order?” Her jaw goes taut, gaze dropping. I know what she’s about to say a moment before her lips part. It’s in the flash of shame that fills her eyes. “Yes.” Fucking called it. “Spread your legs, Lady.” Her thighs open for me. That’s the thing about Story. She likes what we do to her. She gets off on it.
