32 Mourn Your Sheriff (1/2)

”You're going to enjoy this,” he says.

”What?”

He looks me dead in the eyes, and I feel myself relax, almost as if I've been hit with a sedative.

”You're going to enjoy it,” he repeats smoothly and slowly. ”You know you've been a naughty girl, and more than that, you know you've been craving a rough male cock inside you. You need to be punished, naughty little Trissa. You need to be bent over that balcony and fucked nice and hard until you're very sorry for what you've done.”

His voice is like rich molasses, touching parts of me I didn't know existed. My mind feels clear, but also a little fuzzy in parts.

”What are you doing to me?” I whisper the question.

He cups my cheek in his hand and gives me a mysterious silver smile. ”Making this easier on you. Don't fight this too hard. Fight it enough to make your heart beat faster and your pussy get wetter, but don't frighten yourself out of enjoying it.”

”What are you saying?”

”I am saying, you are going to enjoy being punished with sex. You are going to entertain and atone. You are going to be one very satisfied, very well behaved girl when Tore is done with you.”

”You're messing with my mind...”

”I'm not messing with it.” He strokes my hand, his thumb making slow circles on the back of it as he speaks, never breaking that magnetic eye contact. ”I'm helping bring out the parts of you that wanted this all along. You knew there would be consequences. Go take them.”

I am going to obey. Maybe it is because Silver has addled my mind. Maybe it is because on some level, I want to obey. Taking the mercenaries in my mouth has made me deeply curious and desirous of discovering what true sex is. I have been teased for so long, now I will know what it is to be a woman.

Tore looks down at me with those lustful eyes, his elegance and handsomeness never more pronounced than now.

”Are you ready?”

I nod.