(Non-consensual BDSM)

Meera ~

"Strip".

His voice send chills down my spine and shocked me to my core. Strip. Does he really told me to Strip like a prostitute.

" Don't make me say again, pigeon" He said while nuzzling into the column of my neck. My eyes teared up, he is serious. I am not dreaming.

My breath hitched as his hand traveled to my cleavage and a yelp escape from my mouth as he yanked my hair and twisted them in his hold.

"I see, you want me to do work, fine by me" He snarled and suddenly I felt a burning sensation on my arm and I...