My body clenches around him involuntarily, sucking him in deeper, wetter, needier than I ever thought possible.
“You’re right there again, aren’t you?”
His breath hits my ear. His hand slides up my chest, wrapping around my throat—not squeezing.
Just holding.
Like he owns the air I haven’t earned.
“So close. So fucking close. But it’s not enough.”
The vibrator buzzes against my clit. Just enough to make my toes curl, to make my knees buckle.
But he’s not letting me go.
Not until I give him everything.
“Say it,” he growls, dragging his teeth down my neck. “Who are you?”
My throat closes.
“I—I don’t?—”
He stops.
Pulls out.
Again.
“Wrong answer.”
I sob.
“Please—”
Another slap to my ass, sending a fresh line of pain through wax-coated skin.
Another thrust—just the tip, barely in.
Another withdrawal.
“Say it.”
I shake my head.
Tears drip from my chin onto the glass below.
“I can’t. I don’t know who I am anymore.”
And that’s when he smiles.
That wicked, slow, all-knowing smile that tells me I’ve finally said the right thing.
“Good. Now we start.”
He shoves back inside, all the way to the base, hard enough that my body jerks against the mirror with a desperate cry.
He doesn’t stop.
