“Feel what it’s like to be the captive, Hayley. Think about it because it’s going to be a long night for you and me.”
I grunt as if I’m trying to talk, but I really have nothing to say even if I could.
“You’re wet here,” he says, as his fingers reach deeper between my legs and he feels the opening of my v****a. I catch the scent he stirs into the air. “You’ll come when I tell you and not before, you understand?”
“Uh, uh,” I grunt.
“That’s the rules. You get punished if you break them.”
Oh! But I want to be punished! I silently scream.
He snickers then. “And, don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of the hard stuff you crave,” he kindly reminds me. “But disobedience has prices you won’t enjoy.”
I have been warned. He moves to my front and yanks away the clover clamps, to which I shriek beh
