“This what you wanted?”

Jill’s nails press into your scalp as she yanks your head up, the sting running down your spine and sparking low in your belly. Deep marks bloom along your neck and collar. A faint red band lingers across your throat from where her hand had rested earlier.

Since you insisted on pushing her, she’ll treat you the way you asked for.

“Huh?” she growls, giving your head a rough little shake until you spill out a needy whine of an answer. Something along the lines of, “yes,” and, “baby, please.”

She grins, wide, wolfish. Watching your expression in the mirror twist in humiliation and arousal, drool glinting on your lips from how many sounds she’s already stolen from you. Your voice working overtime, raw from trying to keep up.

And she’s not even at the main act.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

A pause, her necklace brushing cool and hard against your skin.

“Don’t tell me you’re running out of steam now, babe..?”