Zelda “What a little overachiever,” Jake grunted, and I found myself blushing. Finally, I risked taking a look into his eyes. They were troubled, hiding secrets from me, but at the same time, I could tell he was holding himself back. I’d stripped off my dress that morning. The cellar wasn’t hot, but the fever was burning me up. Jake’s hand brushed my cheek and I leaned into it, hating myself for breaking so easily. I told myself I was only doing it to get in his good graces, but I think we both knew the truth. I needed Jake. “Get on my boot, babygirl,” he told me gently, the edge in his voice slowly dissipating and being replaced by genuine affection. “Ride it.” I blushed and hesitated for a second, long enough to make his eyes cloud over. He grabbed my chin, making me look at him. “I said fucking now,” he growled at me, and I felt the familiar hint of tears prickling in my eyes. “You don’t want to be punished again, do you, baby?” I shook my head no and pulled my body over his
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