He pushes the straps of the dress down my shoulders, and off my arms. Then he whips up my bra, leaving me in nothing but an embarrassingly lacey thong.
His hand comes down on my ass, leaving a burning sensation of my right cheek.
I close my eyes and lean my forehead against the wall.
Is this really it for me?
His hand comes down over and over again, warming my cheeks until every slap is painful. I whimper out loud after several minutes, and he finally stops. Rubs over the reddened flesh of my ass. Directs me over to the bed. And ravages me beyond comprehension.
Chapter 32
Ares
The night still at its peak, I jumped up from my deep slumber as vivid nightmares took over my senses, attacking me on full throttle. I dreamt that she had left me, that she’d killed herself, just like that, s
