An excerpt for adults only! “No, no,” she croons, reaching down again to pull Nick up by his hair, “no backtalk. On your feet, pretty boy.” Her fingers are tight in his hair. When she pulls he winces and goes with her. He can feel the pain in his scalp. When he’s up on his feet she moves him roughly, with no care for his high heels, and Nick stumbles after her. “Get on the bed." Mary shoves him at the bed. Nick hits the edge and tumbles onto it on his hands and knees. One of his shoes slips off in the process. He hears the thump as it hits the floor. He’s getting hard again. The residual pain in his scalp is powerfully erotic just because of where it’s come from; every little jolt of it lights his nerves up in glorious sparks. The inside of his skirt rubs up against his cock, soft and slick. He groans. Mary laughs. “You are an eager boy, aren’t you? No, don’t move. Not a muscle.” She reaches out and runs her hand along the curve of Nick’s ass.
