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"You're going to learn how to say thank you tonight.” He suddenly lands his other knee on the bed, caging me in between them.

"I don't force people to have sex with me," he lowers down his body, his face is so near to mine I can feel his breath on my skin, " ‘they' are the one who beg me for sex."

All those voices from different women saying please-please-please, yeah. I remember them now.

"Tell me, are you going to behave or still be a bratty princess like you've been all week?"

The way he asked creeps me out. His voice, his tone, is so gentle I feel like something real bad is about to happen. Calm before the storm.

"When people give you something, you say thank you," he smells my hair, as his cheek touches my ear.

"If you want something, you say please," he drags his nose lazily downward, stopping at my neck, inhaling my scent before humming in satisfaction. He always do this every time he buries his face on the crook of my neck.

"And when you promise someone," his face is sud