"P-please," I whined, my core tightening as cramps ripped through me. His hand gripped my neck even tighter, and he tilted his head disapprovingly. "Please, Sir," I corrected.
"Good girl," he said, the approval washing over me. "You are well-informed on how to act. Prove it."
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Acquiescence: the acceptance of something without protest.
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