Chapter 6

I couldn’t answer, my moans were muffled by the tablecloth beneath my cheek. Ken’s hand tangled in my hair again, yanking my head up so my back arched, my ass lifting just enough to give him a better angle.

His other hand slid around my throat, his fingers pressing lightly against my pulse. “Beg,” he demanded, his voice a growl. “Beg me to fuck you harder.”

My voice was a whisper, my words forced out between ragged breaths. “Please… Ken… harder… I need ...