A smile tugged on the side of his lips when he glanced down at me. "You have to use your body to apologize, slut. That was why I kept you alive —for my pleasure."
I gulped, feeling a surprising thrill down my body. I licked my lips, eager…
What the hell is wrong with me?! Why do I think it's sexy hearing him call me a slut?
"Get down on your knees." He commanded, looking damned serious.
I had half the mind to ask him to go to hell or something like that, but I can't deny the thrill I felt at the thought of actually pleasuring him.
"What? Still thinking you can choose not to do as I asked?" He unwrapped the wrapper around his waist, leaving himself naked once more without a loincloth.
