11: Phoenix.

“Yusef?”

He responds to me with a kiss as his mouth comes down and claims mine. I want to cry with joy that this is happening, but I’m too lost as his hands tangle in my hair. He pulls me tight against his hard body as his tongue slips past my lips. He’s taking what he wants without question, and I open my mouth wider. I want him to have everything he wants and every part of me he desires. I want to be the vessel he uses for pleasure.

“Did you do as I asked?” He doesn't wait for me to answer as he lets go of my waist and slides his hand under my skirt. His hand cups my bare pussy, and I gasp as he gives it a little squeeze.

“Yes,” I say, my breath caught in my throat. “Always.” He grinds his erection into my stomach as his hand in my hair pulls my head back. He runs his tongue along my neck and chin, making me whimper with need. Holy shit, he’s like an animal, and I don’t want him to stop.

“Good girl.”

His hand leaves my sex, and I want to cry, but then he flicks a switch and floods t