Throbbing heat. Bone-deep want. Oh my God… Her flesh began to ache. Morgan felt blood dancing just under her skin, engorging her clit.
Fighting was useless.
"Do you understand?"
That voice, like a sexual drill instructor. Every word was wrapped in steel, but beneath that, she heard the taunting promise of what could be, the velvet promise of ecstasy.
Fresh heat crawled across her flesh, swelled her clit, strangled her protests. Her body demanded more.
"Yes, sir."
"Much better," he praised.
Only then did Morgan realize she was actually lifting her ass to his hand, anticipating the next blow. She became hyperaware of her empty sex and clawed at the sheet, aching for him to fill it.
