SWEET SPOT
Every time she lifted toward me, I eased back, denying her.
“Not good enough,” I murmured. “You can beg prettier than that.”
I slapped the soft inside of her thigh, not hard, but sharp enough to make her gasp and leave a clean pink print on her skin. Fresh wetness spilled out of her immediately, glistening as it dripped down onto the sheets. I watched it with dark satisfaction.
“Listen to how soaked you are,” I said, my voice low and dark. “All that money, all that attitude… and this is what you turn into the second I keep my cock from you.”