16. On your knees

Abigail Hayes

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“What?”

I wasn’t certain I heard him correctly.

He didn’t even spare me a glance as he spoke. “You know I do not like repeating myself.”

It seemed like his whole demeanor had changed. He was no longer the playful man in the car with me. He was different.

Breath hitched, I kept my eyes on him as I reached under my dress and took off what he asked of me. Glancing at the material, I was mortified to see just how wet it was. I was tempted to wear it back, but he seemed to be waiting for me.

With my cheeks the reddest they had ever been, I handed it to him. I was more than surprised when he brought it up to his nose to smell it before putting it in his pocket. My mouth parted, but no words could come out.

“Now, open your legs for me.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and spread out my legs.

“Wider.” He instructed.

I went as wide as I could, not surprised when my dress moved up, almost showing my private bits. I looked at him, but he didn’t seem affected by the scene. His eye