“When you think about us tonight, this week, when you’re trying to go to sleep but your body just won’t stop imagining what it will be like…”
He paused, and she realized she’d whimpered out loud, but she couldn’t care enough to lift her head and see if anyone was close enough to have heard.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he continued. “When you pinch your n*****s, think of Jesse’s fingers doing the pinching. When you slide a finger through your slickness, it better be my finger you’re imagining. No toys allowed. Just our fingers, working you, enjoying you, learning you. Do you understand?”
She tried to answer, had to clear her throat to manage it. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Do you have any allergies I need to be aware of?”
She scrunched her forehead, trying to make sense of the change i
