Without a warning, he reached down and cupped one of my breasts in his hand and the instant that his hand touched me, I was frozen in my place, he said he wasn’t going to touch me… so why was he, touching me?
“Maybe beating you won’t get you to talk but I guess we never tried all of our options.”
His voice as menacing as ever, his words taunted me as he tilted my chin to the side, leaning into my neck, he breathed in my scent while his other hand continued to keep a hold of my breast before it traced down to my thighs and although I was holding my legs shut, it took him little to absolute no effort to yank my legs apart and study the parts of me that I did not want visible to his eyes but as I sat here completely under his mercy, I realised that I had never ever in my life felt so helple
