Page 176 of Their Arrangement
Her breath catches.
“I…”
She swallows. Because she doesn’t know how to say it. Because there’s no good answer. Only the truth.
“Say it.”
“I wanted to.”
“Louder.”
“I wanted to wear it for you.”
I hum softly.
Good girl.
I tug the chain gently.
She follows.
I press her back against the glass wall.
Lift her skirt.
Push her panties to the side.
Slide two fingers along her slit—slow.
She gasps.
But she doesn’t move.
Her eyes close. Her head falls back against the glass. I wrap the chain around my fist.
Tighten.
“Say thank you.”
She shudders.
“Thank you.”
“Again.”
“Thank you.”
I curl my fingers. Watch her unravel. One breath at a time. She’s soaked. Wrecked. Almost silent. Until she breaks.
When she comes, I don’t speak. I just let go of the chain. Let it fall back against her chest. Tuck the ring beneath her blouse. Button the top slowly.
One.
Two.
Step back.
“You hide it again…”
