Little girl, you could wrap my cock in duct tape, and I'll still make you see God.

When it comes to you, against my better judgment and my will, I find myself promising things I never thought I could promise anyone.

How bad will it hurt?" I ask suddenly as Cain pulls the car onto the road to head back to my house. "How bad will what hurt?" "The spankings, the torture, all the ways you want to punish me." "I'm not a sadist, Evan. I don't get off on hurting women.""So it won't hurt?""Oh, it will, but you'll love the way it hurts," he says, and as his words fall upon my ears in a harmony of exhilaration and foreboding, I think I'm beginning to understand.

This dress is what I want to see on you tomorrow evening and what I want to take off you tomorrow night," he whispers.

Tease me like that again, and I'll put you over my knee," Cain threatens, and my poor impulse control kicks into overdrive."I'm not teasing.

Little girl," Cain begins, moving in close and speaking deliberately. "I know exactly what I want, but as long as you insist on continuing this charade, I will not claim you as mine again until you beg to hear those words from me." I stare at him, stunned at how the same cocksure attitude that floods my mind with contempt floods my body with excitement as he leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I don't beg," I hiss."Not yet," is all he says.

I've let it slide because you're new at this, but the sub doesn't get to demand to be fucked.

That man has something fucked up on his mind.

I have every right to go out tonight and fuck anyone I like, little girl. What I'm telling you is that I don't want to fuck anyone else.