I couldn't stand up to Milo–because I didn't want to. I was a slut when it came to him. It was like a part of me had been designed to solely obey his every command. Even if I tried to explain why I did everything he said, I wouldn't be able to.
I knelt beside him and looked up at him.
"Did I say you could look at me? Eyes on the ground, dochka," he commanded.
I could feel his eyes on me even though I wasn't looking directly at him. I just knew he was staring at my breasts. He was always looking at me or touching them like he was obsessed with them.
And my face.
"I took it easy on you the other day in my office. I think it's time I treated you like the slut you are," he said.
I should have been disgusted that he called me such a derogatory term. However, I was turned on–more than I should have been.
