Although Reggie felt confident that Christy would never make good on her threat and go to the police, he still needed to remind her of her place, and most importantly, keep her submissive. He briefly rose from between her legs, his hands grasping her thighs tightly and holding them spread apart, her silky juices glistening, practically dripping from his chin and lips like he had been eating luscious fruit.

Christy thought she saw sparks of anger in his deep, dark eyes as she looked up at him from the bed.

"You threaten me bitch?"

She defiantly stared at him.

He slapped her face, her head whipping sideways and an imprint...