Ari starts laughing. “That, dear sweet Emilia, my spark, my ember, my flame, was you compelling Jasper. A skill that we haven’t even mentioned yet.” “Oh shit. I compelled you? Are you okay?” I ask. Jasper’s face is the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. “Okay?” His voice is hoarse. “She compels me to fuck her, and she asks if I’m okay?” “She’s considerate like that,” Ari says, amused.
