Book 2: Chapter 49

“Yes, Master,” I squeaked out hoarsely.

The next sharp pull of Jordan’s lips and I let out a cry as I was told to do.

“Not good enough, Jor. I don’t think she really wants to come,” he commented almost disappointedly.

“No, I guess not,” Jordan agreed. “Maybe I should just stop.”

“NO!” I cried desperately.

A sharp sting on my inner thigh had me looking down and realizing Jordan had bitten me, with a rise of his eyebrow I realized he had meant to remind me of my manners.

“I’m sorry, sir. I mean, no, please, sir. I’ll scream like a good girl,” I whimpered.

“Ok, I’ll give you one more chance. But if I’m not happy with how loud you are, we’ll stop and go back to the cabin.”

I let out a relieved breath only to suck it back in when Jordan shoved two fingers deep inside me. He slid a third finger between my back cheeks pressing against my tight puckered hole. The amazing pressure-pleasure increased the buzz of sensations that were driving thro