Gabrielle screams for help, but the falling water drowns her voice. She takes a deep breath to scream again, but Jackson’s elegant, warm hand clamps down over her mouth. She licks his palm and shakes her head back and forth but he doesn’t loosen his grip for a second.
“Looks like you’re becoming a good little w***e,” Jackson says. “Tell me, are you really so desperate for clients?”
She mumbles something against his palm, and he raises his eyebrows. He slides his free hand down her back and cups the bottom of her ass, digging his long fingers into the sensitive skin.
“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, but you better not scream,” he says, dipping one finger between her legs.
She flinches and nods and he takes his hand off her mouth. Shampoo drips down her face and burns her eyes
