He licked his finger slowly, the sound almost obscene in the charged air, before sliding it down the crack of her ass into her vagina. The sudden intrusion made her breath hitch, a sharp intake of air that ended in a moan she couldn't bite back. The betrayal of her body infuriated her, but she couldn't stop it—he knew her too well, knew how to coax reactions from her she didn't consent to giving.
Her eyes fluttered shut for a second before his touch vanished. He withdrew his finger, then brought his palm down hard on her bare bottom. The sound cracked through the room. She whimpered, the sting blooming hot against her skin, humiliation and desire tangling.
"For every sound of pleasure you make…you will suffer for it."
"What?" she gasped, her breath ragged, but he didn't give her time to process. He slid his finger back inside her with unrelenting intent, deliberately grazing her clitoris in a way that made her thighs tremble against the dresser's edge.
