Hooked | BDSM
"Sit." He threatens. "No." I cross my arms, glaring. "Zara, we both know what happens when you disobey me, hm?" He says lowly, walking closer. My breath quickens, he slowly walks behind me, my gaze on the floor. His hands make their way to my shoulders, lightly rubbing, oh how I want him to touch me in other places. H...