Erika

Oh dear Lord, this can't be happening.

I close my eyes, hoping to block everything out, but I can't. Victor continues to rub my hand over his erection—over his large, hard, angry cock. I've never seen him like this. He's not the cameraman who watches me, the man I’ve known for a while. He's possessed.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“Yes, Sir.” My voice isn't my own. It's weaker and submissive.

I've never been submissive in my ...