Tirade after tirade while she beat him in public or private, Super-b***h had made her case. And it was one the former libertine couldn’t begin to debate. Worst of all though (from a possible murderer’s perspective) were the unwelcome stirrings that went beyond morality, fairness and even unwilling submissive fealty. Gazing up at his gorgeous naked enemy smiling down as she violated him unearthed a reluctant yearning well beyond the biological.
Maybe it was the deprivation making him so depraved, or the Stockholm Syndrome, where hostages come to identify with their captors. Maybe it was an outgrowth of his conditioned need to please the quasi-deity who held such absolute authority over his least well-being. Or maybe Jay was just following her latest directives, impossibly distressing as th
