Velvet Chains
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***18+ MATURE CONTENT INVOLVED INCLUDING SEX AND VIOLENCE***
"You're always fucking begging." His tone was almost mocking and his grip was getting slightly tighter. "Doesn't take much does it?"
I was caught off guard by his change in dynamic but it turned me on at the same time.
My breath hitched, my fingers tightening slightly against his arm.
"I-" I faltered, heat rushing to my face. "I'm not-"
"Don't argue with me," Toni growled.
My mouth closed instantly and Toni softened his grip on my throat only a little.
"Tell me what you want," Toni said.
My voice shook slightly.
"I want you."
"Not good enough."
There was a pause before I finally spoke.
"I want you...to fuck me."
Toni's expression shifted to a satisfied one. His thumb brushed lightly against my throat, holding me there.
"Needy little thing," he added under his breath.
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