Playing With Fire

“Do you want me to tell you how sensitive they are right now? How just brushing against my own fingers makes me feel it in my p***y?” I tilted my head the other way, like I was thinking. “Or would that make you even more mad, Alpha?”

“Plus,” I went on, my voice sharper now but still playful, “you’re not my fucking dad, okay? So stop acting like you own me.

“You don’t get to control me, you don’