He presses his lips to my ear. “Give me the answer I want, and I’ll give you what you want.” What had he asked me? Something about being his queen… I should know better than to give in to Des’s bargains; they’re always weighted to his benefit. But pinned to the wall, with his cock buried deep inside me, I’m not exactly a strategic expert. And Des’s thrusts have pretty much come to a halt. “Yes,” I breathe, eager to resume where we left off. “Sounds great.” Anything to get him to move again. He smiles, looking like the cat that ate the canary. “Good,” he says.
