Having A Cub

However, Michael didn't stop. He pressed his thumb against my clit and looked at me with golden eyes. "Say something nice."

What?

It would not be a big deal if I were to say some sweet nothings to Michael on a typical day, but I felt ashamed when he forced me to say something in bed.

I wanted to escape, but Michael pinched my clit. My body trembled uncontrollably, and I quickly understood the current situation.

I was a fish, and Michael was a knife on the anvil. I was completely at a disadvantage.

I blushed and tried to call out, "Darling?"

Michael paused for a moment and then said indifferently, "What else?"

What else?

I was still thinking about it, but Michael didn't want to wait anymore.

He grabbed my waist with his other hand and was about to press me down again.

I was terrified of him playing with me, so I quickly said, "Baby? Sweetheart? Honey? Michael? My mate? Your Royal Highness?"