Page 19 of Morsel

“Sweetie, you haven’t even begun to feel sorry,” I say.

She stills, and I run my hands over her bottom.

“You work out a lot,” I say. Her ass is tight and rounded.

“Oscar…”

“No more talking unless you’re apologizing or begging,” I say.

She chooses to say nothing.

I slide my thumbs under the band of the pants and push them down. The pants slide down easily. She’s not wearing panties, and her ass is now exposed.

Dolly whimpers.

“Why are you whimpering?”

Silence.

“Are you nervous?”

“No.”

“You should be.”

9

Dolly

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I just wanted to escape.

Can I go back to work?

No.

Can I go back to my apartment?

Probably not.

Am I completely alone in the universe?

After this, yet.

Still, I thought I’d be able to get away.

That’s proving to be untrue.

“You should be scared of me, Dolly,” he says, and the truth is that a part of me is. Oscar is a very powerful man. He’s part of a powerful family that does powerful things.

“Why?” I ask.

“I told you not to speak unless you were apologizing.”

“Or begging.”

“Ah, so you can listen.”

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