"MINE," he says as he hold his finger up between us, my juices catching the light above us. "Open," he demands, bringing his finger up to my face. Knowing I've lost, I give in to his commands without protest and open for him as he slides his finger into my mouth.

"Suck," he says, ordering me to clean my juices off his finger.

"This mouth," he says on a groan as I obey his order and suck, "I'm going to do so many bad things to this mouth." And then he slams ...