"You're too small for my cock, pet, so something must stretch you. But if you don't like my fingers—" "I like them fi—" "Hush," he snarled, and I gasped, a perverse and giddy joy rising in me as he twisted the fist in my hair, a little bite of pain in the burn of my scalp. "You do as I say now." Yes, a soft voice in my head sighed.
