“It’s necessary!” He says, starting to get a little angry too. I don’t think he expected as much protest from me. “It has to be done!” “Wha – why!?” I burst out, still staring at him, completely not getting it. “And why you!? Why do you have to do it?” “Why don’t you want me to do it?” He asks,

My mind races, wondering at the possibilities of this. Christian – he is good, I know it in my heart. But can he ever have that kind of effect? I flash back to where I was months ago, in the strip club, Bonetti’s guys leering over me and talking casually about how I’d been sold, about how I’d work

Taking me to bed. Finally. He turns when he finally gets to it, stumbling and sitting down hard on the mattress and taking me with him. I keep my eyes closed through it all, concentrating on Christian, on the softness of his lips even as they move rough against mine, at the way his arms wrap me

My head falls back, my eyes fluttering shut as Christian takes control again, pressing the tip of his cock hard against the center of me, pressing in just an inch. He pauses then, shuddering, and I lose my mind a little bit, raising my hips hard, desperate to get him inside of me. It works, and Chri

“That doesn’t have to stop me –“ “Ew!” I gasp, sitting up straight and staring at him. Christian bursts out laughing now too, putting one hand flat on either of my thighs as I straddle his stomach, frowning down at him. “You’d better not secretly be gross,” I growl, pointing a finger into his