“Tell me what you feel. Do it. Now.” The answer seemed obvious, but I couldn’t say no. Not because he’d just told me that I couldn’t, but because the word would no longer form on my lips. I was incapable of no. It didn’t exist. It couldn’t be uttered. And suddenly, that display of his power confirmed everything. I was at his mercy. No didn’t exist in this bed, in this exchange. But did I want it to?
