Provoking the Beast

It didn’t.

Not when he started moving them.

Slow at first. Deep. Curling. Making me rise on my tiptoes and arch my back and bite down on the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood.

“You like this?” he whispered, breath hot against my ear. “You like being fingered like a little slut while my mother watches?”

“Oh my goddess,” I whimpered. “Stop talking. Stop. Talking.”

“You’re dripping down