He grabs my hands and pins them down on either side of my face. Then he presses himself down against me. “If you want me to do this, I want something from you.”
I should’ve known there’d be strings attached. The proper answer here is “hell no.” I should be pushing him off me and drawing a firm line in the sand. But instead, I nod feverishly. “What do yousexnt?”
Real empowered there, girl. Nice work. You just set feminism back a hundred years.
“I want you to let go,” he whispers into my ear. “I want you to give yourself over to me. If I feel you holding back, there will be punishment.”
My thighs are wet at this point. I’m not sure if I’m more excited for the s*x or the promise of what comes if I disobey him. I can barely move. My legs are jelly and my arms are locked in place. There’s n
