Page 228 of Bad Attitude

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“And… uh…” I can’t bring myself to look at him. I can barely bring myself to say the word again, and it comes out as little more than a whisper. “…impotent.”

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he says, still pinning my wrists. But now he’s only using one hand, and the other comes up beneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You can either say sorry on your knees with your mouth, or you can refuse, and I’ll bend you over one of these tables, and spank your ass.”

My heart stops. My breath catches. Outrage and anger flare. Then my pulse returns, thudding hard in my ears.

“Where the hell do you—” I break off with a shake my head. “No.Hellno. You let me go right now, or—”

The hand beneath my chin grips my throat, pushing me against the wall, squeezing enough that speaking isn’t possible anymore.

“You didn’t choose,” he says quietly. “So we’ll go with both options.”