CHAPTER SEVEN
It was glaringly apparent to Beverly Mead that her young lover was bound and determined to get what he wanted.
As far as Willard was concerned, he only registered rage that she wasn't responding to his invitation.
"Hey, didn't you hear me?" he complained.
Beverly Mead had heard him all too well. She had read stories about men who obtained a strange, warped kind of s****l pleasure in degrading women, and she could see a sadistic look surface on his face as he contemplated forcing her to perform the unspeakable act of fellatio.
"On your knees, c**k sucker," he snarled.
Menacingly, he got to his feet, his p***s suddenly getting a tremendous hard-on as if the thought of humiliating her provided him with a tremendous degree of erotic pleasure.
Not wanting a confrontation of
