Chapter 8

"Yes, but I didn't want it. I didn't ask for anything that you did. You forced me," Lena answered breathlessly. Renz was still fuming, and Lena trembled where she stood.

"Get on your knees," Renz said eventually.

"What?"

"Get...on...your knees," Renz repeated coldly. Lena shakily did as she was told, and kneeled in front of him.

"What do I do now?" Lena asked nervously. Renz rapidly unfastened his breeches and locked his hand in her hair. She gasped as his large, angry cock sprung free. It seemed even bigger now, so close to her face. She wondered how he had ever managed to put it inside of her.

"You're going to take me into your mouth," Renz replied. Lena's eyes widened in disbelief and shook her head, but Renz tightened his grip on her hair, almost to a painful point.

"Or would you rather I tell Sterling about our wet, hot passionate sex last night? I still have your panties, evidenced with the scent of your arousal," Renz mentioned. Lena whimpered and her brow furrowed. She swallow