I suspect so.
Suddenly, he’s touching my face with the tenderness of a father. I shudder and try to avert my eyes.
“Look at me, Marlena.” His voice is barely above a whisper.
“I can’t!” I shut my eyes so tight that nothing will make them open.
“Yes, you can.” He’s being very gentle. Too gentle. Why the hell doesn’t he just whip me. Send on the pain, please!
“No, I can’t. Not without coming,” my voice rises as the anxiety builds.
This time his voice is firmer. “Look at me, slave!”
I do—because a good submissive follows orders—even if it sends another surging spasm through my groin, even if I’m doomed to fail and come without permission.
With his eyes gazing deeply into mine, Benjamin presses a hand to my belly, the heat of it infecting me in seconds. While I was sure I’d come with e
