Besides, Felicia wasn’t quite there. I doubted with that smart mouth that this was the first time she had been pistol whipped, and it was going to take more than just that to make her submissive.
“Wouldn’t I?” I asked lightly, wiping the blood from my gun on her leg, leaving a trail on her skin. She flinched at the touch of the cold metal, and I grinned. I wanted her fucking scared of me, terrified even. A trickle of blood slid down her chin from her busted lip and she had grown pale, her eyes wary as to what I might do next. If she didn’t understand what I was capable of doing, there was a good chance she might not ever see outside these four walls again.
“I…yes,” she finally whispered, all the bravado gone from her voice. She sounded weak, pathetic, and wholly dependent on me.
That’s it. Now you’re doing it right.
It was the perfect version of what I had expected to see. Maybe this cunt was teachable after all.
“Good girl,” I murmured as I stroked her face, relishing how she recoiled at my touch. “Now, let’s start over, shall we?”
She nodded.
“Hello, Naomi.”
“Hi, Derek,” she breathed, a convincing tremble of fear in her voice as her eyes began to moisten. “I’ve…I’ve missed you.”
Perfect. “I’ve missed you too, baby.” Unzipping my pants, I let my cock spring out, angry and hard.
It was time to teach Naomi a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.