Forced To Believe
Squeeze again," he murmured against my lips.
I giggled, and replied with an "Uh, uh..."
He grabbed both my wrists and pushed me hard against the door. He retreated from my lips and I panted, excited and elated that I could make him as crazy as he made me. His lips were pressed to my ear, his ragged breathing only exciting me further.
"You test me Mya," he growled, "I guess I'll have to make you beg as well to make me feel better."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, albeit insincerely, since I anticipated with pleasure what he would do to make me beg.
"Uh, uh," he replied. "Too late for that. Now, turn so we can begin."