Good Girl Learning to Beg
?Come here.?His voice behind her held that subtle something that warned her it was not a request. Her breath caught and she stiffened in her chair, frozen momentarily as the usual complex m?lange of emotions and thoughts washed over her: excitement, anticipation, trepidation. A tiny thrill of fear mingled with hope – would he do something terrible to her? Half-wishing and half-fearing he would.?Come. Here.?She swallowed hard and slowly pushed her chair back. She braced her hands on her desk, ...