Elena’s Point Of View

"Good girl."

His voice was a rasp, a growl, a promise that slithered into my ears and wrapped around my spine, tightening like a noose. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, slow, deliberate, teasing, and I felt it like a brand, like a claim, like a mark I would never be able to wash off.

"Now open wide... and suck."

His words echoed in my mind, filthy, demanding, obscene, and my mouth watered in response. My eyes locked onto his cock, thick, veined, hard, his hand ...