Mike saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her hips gave another involuntary, desperate roll against the mattress. He knew he had her.
He knew the psychological game he was playing, offering her freedom only to make her crave the cage more intensely. But he wasn't about to let the tension linger forever; he needed to twist the knife to make sure she broke completely.
A cruel, knowing smirk played across his lips as he took another slow sip of water. "Well?"
"Clock's ticking, Maya," he said, his voice dripping with false casualness. "I'm not planning on spending my night staring at you while you debate your morals."
"If you're not interested in finishing what we started, just say the word..."
"I've got my phone right here... I can call one of the girls from the club someone who won't have any second thoughts about being used."
"Someone who'll take this cock without needing a philosophical discussion first."
