I don't know how to handle the conflicting sensations in my body and thoughts in my mind. The pain of the gun versus the pleasure of my c**t has me so confused. I also hate how my body is reacting to her touch.
Her face is so near to mine and I can see the arousal in her eyes. While she may be rubbing me in the right spot to evoke pleasure, I am also completely repulsed by her, making me feel nauseous. As if I needed another feeling to contend with.
I feel so frenzied and desperate that I finally resort to pleasing. I look Valentina in the eyes and beg, "Please don't do this. I'll leave. I'll disappear to wherever you want. Cass will never see me again. This doesn't need to happen."
She chuckles and says, "That's where you're wrong. This does need to happen. See, if you leave, you'll b
