Lucy
Ravil strips me and ties my wrists together then secures them to the headboard. I lie on my side because back lying is contraindicated now, something Ravil seemed to already know.
If there’s one thing I can’t fault him for, it’s doing his research. I’ll have to do my own now on home and water births.
Slapping him felt good. I’m not the type to slap men. I’ve never done it before, but dammit, he deserves it. And while I’m scared of what he’s capable of, I was almost certain he wouldn’t hurt me.
And he didn’t. He didn’t even get angry.
Probably because he knows he deserved it.
Funny how I can be so angry with him and still crave his touch everywhere. Still want his brand of dominance. It’s like he holds me in a spell. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to surrender, but my body
