Grace

“Wet it,” he said.

My heart jumped. A jolt ran down my spine, and straight to my core and settled exactly where I already ached just from those two words. He really didn’t waste time. He knew what he wanted, and he said it like a man used to getting it.

I licked my dry lips, pulse racing. It was stupid but for some reason, I wanted to obey. I wanted to be good.

The thought unsettled me more than anything else, especially because I’d never felt this with Charles. With Charles, I always wanted to please him, sure, but I never felt the need to obey. I wouldn’t...