She Controls You With Her Feet

Next came a rapid-fire montage of increasingly concerning advice: "Make him crawl for you," "Call him 'good boy' until he believes it," and the absolute worst—"Ask him 'who owns you? and make him kiss your feet until he answers correctly." With each video, Sanah's grin grew wider, her fingers twitching against my skin like she was itching to try all of it. You couldn't imagine what you were in for.

She finally lowered her phone, her expression downright predatory. "So," she mused, tapping a finger against my collarbone. "You're gonna say it first, or do I need to train it out of you?" My pulse skyrocketed. This wasn't teasing anymore—this was a threat, one I had no way to counter. Not with her thighs locking me in place, not with her friends undoubtedly waiting for updates, and definitely not with the way my stupid body reacted every time she shifted above me.

Sanah leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "Who owns you?" she whispered, dragging her teeth lightly over my earlobe. When I choked on my own spit, she giggled—*giggled*—like this was the best game she'd ever played. "Wrong answer," she sang, she adjusted her position so my hands were pinned under her hips and her feet were rubbing against my face. "Try again."

The sole of her sock pressed against my cheek, warm and slightly damp from her earlier dancing around the living room. She wiggled her toes against my nose, her laughter bubbling up again when I jerked my head away—or tried to. She had me trapped, her weight settled perfectly to keep me immobile. "You could just say it," she mused, her other foot dragging along my jawline. "Or I could send Aisha that video of you whimpering when I kissed you."

A fresh wave of humiliation burned through me. "You wouldn't." The words came out ragged, ****.

Sanah's grin sharpened. "Wouldn't I?" She shifted, her socked foot sliding down to press against my lips. "Last chance, puppy." The nickname sent a jolt through me—anger, shame, something else I refused to name. "Who. Owns. You?" Each word was punctuated with a little tap of her toes against my mouth.