Caterina
I rubbed the cream over the pink lines on my wrists, where the leather rubbed me marking my skin. I winced in pain as I spread the cream, working it into my flesh.
Lucien made me do it again. He took complete control over my body, making me submit to him. My desire took over me, begging him to release me. He denied my cries bringing tears to my eyes as I struggled against the belt. I was so angry, but only because I secretly wanted him to touch me.
Lucien walked in looking like he was miles away. Loosening his tie, he ripped it off and threw it to the floor angrily.
“Lucien, what’s wrong?” I could tell something had happened by the way his forehead was creased.
“Everything is fine.” He unbuttoned his shirt and stripped out of it.
I bit my lip trying not to look at his bare
