{DASHA}
I held my breath.
I didn't know what was about to happen. I only knew it was going to be bad.
If he teased me, it would be awful. Worse than awful. This morning had been frustrating enough. I didn't want to go through that again.
But if he actually pleasured me, if I surrendered to him, it would be humiliating. He would gain the upper hand, and that was what scared me most.
Licking my dry lips, I forced out, "I don't need you to take care of me.
Let me take care of you instead."
He pumped his fingers lazily, in and out, in and out, dragging against my sensitive tissues.
I inhaled sharply, the pleasure streaking through me like lightning. "Of course you do," he said darkly. "You are gryaznaya malen'kaya shlyukha, so eager for it. So needy."
My body strained toward the source of that bliss, chasing it and making a liar out of me. "No, I don't. I'm not. God, no. Fuck, yes." Was I babbling? I could barely keep track of the conversation as he fucked me with his fingers.
