“When I make you come, say my name.” Evie nodded as if in a trance, thinking she’d agree to anything as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing to her. “F-ford?” she stammered, realizing she wasn’t clear on his instructions. She’d never called him by his first name before, not to his face. “No,” he growled, and pushed a second finger into her without warning, making her gasp. Sucking her clit between his lips, he nuzzled his tongue against the nub while he had it trapped. She gave up holding back on her expressions of pleasure. She was sighing and moaning so much that she almost missed his instructions. “You will call me ‘Mr. Hawthorne’. Now lie back.”