"Yes?"
"To drag you to the alley and split you in half?"
"Yes."
"What else?"
"I don't know. I just want you. It's all I can think sometimes."
"How?"
"Huh?"
His hand knots in my hair. He turns me so we're eye to eye. "Tell me how you wanted me. You were staring at me all night. You were thinking about me."
"I was."
"How?"
"About you bending me over the counter. Or the chair. Or ordering me onto my knees."
"And coming on those pretty, pink lips?"
"Yes."
"You like to tease me, angel?"
"Yes."
"You have to pay for that."
I nod. Yes. Please. I need to pay for... for everything.
He presses his palm against the back of my head to guide my body over his. So I'm bent over his knee, my stomach against his thighs, my face against the bed, my ass in the air.
Brendon rolls my skirt up my thighs. Over my ass.
He traces the outline of my thong. "You wear this to torture me too?"
"Yes."
"Bad girl."
I nod.
He rubs me over my panties.
"You want to hurt, angel?"
"Yes."
He brings his hand into the air.
I squeeze my eyes closed.
Sink my teeth into my lower lip.
I've never.