“I prefer you this way,” he coos from above me. “On your knees, chest heaving, and face flushed while you stare up at your betters.” He reaches down, his fingers cupping my chin and jerking until the muscles in my neck strain. “Let this be a lesson, little doe. Don’t forget your place.” “And where is that?” I force out through the tightness in my throat, my body shaking from the anger that’s pouring through my veins. He grins, and the sight of it is so sinister it makes dread crawl through my insides like a thousand spiders. “Trembling at my feet.”
