“Who does your pussy belong to?” Rhys removed his fingers from my mouth and squeezed my breast. “You,” I gasped, clutching the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white. “Say it again.” Hard. Demanding. Authoritative. “You! My pussy belongs to you.” My voice broke in a sob as he delivered another stinging slap to my clit. “That’s right. It belongs to me, and don’t you ever forget it.” Slap.
