“Choke me!”
“Answer the question.”
“Just a little squeeze…”
“Who touches you?”
“You.” It was a whisper.
“Louder.”
“You.”
“Who touches you?”
“Only you, Dig.”
He squeezed,hard.“If I ever see that hand go near the place that belongs to me again… you’re going to find out what happens to girls whoaren’tgood.”
My chest fluttered. “Harder.”
“Now, are you going to be a good girl?”
“Ye—ye—”
“Stop stuttering.”
“Yes.”
He let my throat go but he was without satisfaction and slipped his hand back over my pussy, waiting. “Now, what were you saying about never leaving?”
I thrust my hips up, trying to grind myself against his hand.
He held me down firmly, denying me of touch. “Are you going to leave, Princess?”
“No,” I whispered.
He leaned his ear, smirking. “What was that?”
“No.”
“No,what?’
“No. I’m not going to leave.”
“Are you going to run away from me?”
“No, Dig.”
“Who are you going to stay with?”
“You, Dig. Is this assessment over? Did I pass?”
“Yes!” He laughed. “You got full marks!”
I laughed too. “Because I studied!”
“Because you’re a genius!” He grinned and plunged two fingers inside of me, running his thumb over my clit.
