“Sixty seconds until what?”
“Until the offer expires.”
The damn bastard has me exactly where he wants me.
“I agree.”
“Jump.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, confused.
He shakes his head. “Wrong fucking response. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it, no questions. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” I bite out.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
My mind rebels against obeying his command. He watches me with a hawk-like gaze, waiting to see if I’ll follow his order. I slowly descend to the floor.
“Crawl to me.”
He’s treating me like a fucking dog.
“I want zero fucking hesitation when I give an order. Get the fuck over here!” he bellows.
I crawl across the floor, coming to a stop in front of him.
He unzips his pants, freeing his length. “Apologize.”
“Huh?”
“Apologize to my dick for kneeing him yesterday.”
“No way.”
He slaps his hardness against my forehead. “The sooner you learn to obey, the easier it’ll be for you.”
“Do that again and I’ll bite it off.”
“I dare you, little birdie. But understand the moment I feel your teeth I’m going to tie you to this fucking chair and use pliers to pull each one out.” Art points to his dick. “He’s waiting.”
“I’m sorry,” I grit out.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, say it like you mean it.”
Ugh! Fucking asshole!
“I’m sorry,” I say, sweetly.
“For what?”
“Kneeing you.”
“And?”
“It’ll never happen again.”
“Good, now I want my dick touching your tonsils.”
