He rose from the bed, and stood, towering over me.
“I want you to know what you are asking for, Chrys.” He gently caressed my face, “When I start, I'm never going to stop until we both are satisfied. I don't have a safe word. Though I doubt you will ever need it.”
I swallowed at his words.
Though it made me feel a bit jittery, I couldn't help the feeling of dread that went through me when I thought of the pain he must be speaking of.
“Do I have your consent?” He smirked, knowing I was willing enough to give him my consent.
“Just touch me," I balled my hand into fists, and tightly closed my eyes, eager to feel his hand on my body.
“Good," he turned and pushed me to the bed, making me bounce a bit on it.
I righted myself on the bed, so he was facing him, with my legs widened enough
