Sex toy? Sex slave? Sex queen? (7) Jealous.
My triumph does not last long. But that is exactly what I expected. Adam comes back into the room, and he seems angry. He slowly approaches me and watches me very closely. Then he pulls me towards him and puts his hand on the front of my neck. He tenderly strokes it up and down. I feel his warm skin on mine and smile at him. “Did you like our shopping?” I open my mouth to answer, but his hand presses my throat against the wall, and I can’t get a word out. “I asked you a question,” Adam says, and in his face, I see something that’s never been there before: greed, pure greed. How am I supposed to answer him with his hand squeezing the air out of me? I try to nod. …