Page 53 of Thirst Trap
I’d beg.
For you? I’d fucking beg.
Regret surged instantly.
“Fuck,”
His phone buzzed. Incoming call. Penny.
He answered too fast.
“Say it again,” she demanded. Velvet, slick.
“Say you’d beg.”
His throat worked. “Penny…”
“Say it.”
His eyes closed, head tipping back. “I’d beg.”
“How?”
“On my knees. Hands behind my back. Whatever you wanted.”
Silence cracked down the line. Then her breath hitched, soft and sharp.
“You’re mine, Creams,” she whispered. “You just don’t know it yet.”
Logan clutched the phone like it was keeping him alive.
“Hand in your pants yet, Creams?”
His throat bobbed. “Not yet.”
“Then fix that. Now.”
And he did. Slowly. Alreadyhard. Alreadyaching.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Touching.”
“No.” Her tone cut like a knife. “You stroke when I tell you to. Not before.”
He froze, panting.
“Good boy,” she purred. “I want you leaking. Desperate. Whining for me.”
His jaw locked, body trembling.
“You like it when I use my dirty mouth to control you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg.”
“Penny, please…”
