"Are you a good girl?"
His words were loaded with meaning. Of course he didn't ask you this in the abstract, it was an act of possession. It made you small, deliciously so. He was asking for your absolute compliance; implicit was the promise of body-shaking orgasmic rewards.
Your cunt wetted itself, ready for him. You bit your lip, nodded your head, willing him to pull your legs apart right now and give you exactly what good girls deserve.





