“You’re a grown woman, rabbit. Use your words. Tell me what you don’t want me to touch and why.” She doesn’t speak. I’m not in the mood for these games. “Why don’t you want me to touch your pussy?” I give her one more chance to answer before I say fuck this and make her pull over so I can take her how she doesn’t want to be taken. She takes a deep breath. “Don’t touch my pussy”—she whispers the word—“because I’m married.”
