“Do you recall the number I told you to remember this afternoon?” He steps closer, leaning forward and closing me in as he places both hands on either side of the arm rest. I nod. “Yes, sir. Six.” “It’s seven now.” He moves his face closer, running his nose along the edge of my jaw and up, then sliding around the shell of my ear. I shiver against him but don’t move an inch. “One for every time you made me lose control. For every time I had to go against my ability to never let another person dictate my mood. For when I had to come in my hand and not over this smooth skin.”
