He hesitated. “What?” he breathed.

“Use your hands on me. Taste me. Make it good, get me ready for you.”

He frowned and moved back on his heels. “You want me to… I can’t.” He rubbed his hands over his face.

“Is that against the rules too?” I scoffed, and he turned back to me, smirking, some of the green back in his eyes. I tucked my own smirk in, in case he took it back.

“I’ve just fucked over ten other girls in a row. Not one of them complained. Not one of them asked for anything more, not one of them thought past their duty.

“They just kept...