“Kneel facing me,” he demands.

I slide from his lap and face him, kneeling. His cock bobs at half-mast, filling me with comforting fear.

“When we are together, you only moan when I tell you to. You only move when I tell you to. You only come when I tell you to—do you understand?”

I nod.

“Offer me your tits,” he demands.

I narrow my brow in confusion.

“You know what I want,” he says. “Now do it.”

My stomach twists with anxiety. “But…they’re small.”

“I don’t care.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to.”

It suddenly clicks. He wants to humiliate me, and he knows through our bond how self conscious I am.

That explains why he made me spread my sex for him.

I bring my hands to my breasts, cupping them. “Will this do?”

“Squeeze harder, so that your nipples jut out more.”

With a huff, I obey.

He leans forward and gets on all fours. “One day you’re going to realize how beautiful you are, and this little trick isn’t going to work anymore.”

I feel the truth of his words and how turned on he is by me, and for the first time ever, I don’t want to look like Nadine or anyone else.

He leans forward, rubbing his face against my breast, lavishing my nipples with his greedy mouth.

And Great Magus, I can hardly think straight, it feels so good.

Releasing a breast, I bring my hand to the back of his head to pull him to me, but instead of complying, he pulls away.

“What did I tell you?” he deadpans.

“Huh?” I whimper.

“You only move when I tell you to.” He darts forward, taking my nipple between his teeth and pulling, causing a tinge of pain. “Obey me, or there will be consequences.”

I return my hand to my breast, offering it to him again.

“Good girl,” he coos, planting soft kisses all over my chest.

I feel his adoration for me deep in my soul, which is shocking considering how much he’d loathed me when the night began.

“On your back,” he commands.

I lean back, lying on the floor.

“Bring your knees up to your chest, then let them fall to each side, so that you’re spread for me.”