/Jane/
I'm sitting by the side of the pool, reading a book. My arm is in pain. I look down at the massive bruise that has spread across the top of my arm and is now covering my shoulder. I feel sick to my stomach.
"There you have it, Princess," John congratulates her. While I'm stretched out on the lounge chair, he comes over to sit behind me and squeezes my insides. "Mmm, you look good today," he purrs, slipping his hand inside my bikini top to cup one of my br**sts. "Mmm, you look good today," he purrs again.
My shoulder is bothering me, John, so please help me."
When I try to lean against his chest, He sighs dejectedly and pulls me back a little. His other arm wraps around me, pinning me to the floor in front of him. "I adore you, Princess," he says in my ear in hushed tones.
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