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I shivered, forcing the moan sitting at the edge of my throat back down.
With one hand on my throat and the other playing with my breasts, he caressed my skin almost tenderly. Despite everything in my mind telling me to fight, I kissed him back. Maybe I was drunk. Maybe the wine was stronger than I had thought, because my body was humming beneath him.
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t want this. He was taking my body just because he wanted to, and I had no choice in the matter. I should be fighting harder. I tried pushing against his shoulders once more and his grip tightened in warning around my throat. I pulled in a shallow breath, which was all his palm allowed.
He pulled his head back, dark eyes staring into mine. Everything in them was laced with the threat of violence and the promise of greater pleasure if I just gave in.
I couldn’t do that though. It wasn’t in my nature. I was a fighter. I was strong. I’d figure out some way to get out of this.
The hand that was caressing my breast dipped lower, dragging down my belly. The sound of tearing fabric continued and that saddened me. Such an expensive dress, destroyed. He pushed the satin aside, and I felt the chilly air caress the naked skin of my torso. His fingers dipped lower, edging just beneath the fabric of my panties.
“If you don’t start being a good girl for me, Kassandra, I’m going to have to punish you. I’m going to have to teach you who your real master is,” he growled, the sound a heady mixture of arousal and expectation.
His fingers drifted lower still, brushing against the top of my mound.
No. He couldn’t, I wouldn’t let him.
I struggled hard against him, using every ounce of strength and adrenaline that I could muster. I punched against his shoulder and tried to knee him between the legs again. When pushing and hitting against him didn’t work, I tried to injure his face. It only takes five pounds of pressure to break a man’s nose. I took a swing, but he caught my hand before I could make contact with him.
He sighed and shook his head. Quickly, he leaned back, releasing my throat in the process. He grabbed the right strap of my dress and tore it hard. The fabric came free and he captured my wrists. I fought against him, but I was no match for his strength. Before I knew it, he’d pushed my arms to the floor over my head and bound them with the remains of my gown. It was tight, and I couldn’t get it off.
“You’re going to regret that little stunt in a few minutes, but I have plans for you first,” he snarled.
“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. My pussy twitched at his words and I wondered if whatever he was going to do to me was going to hurt.
“I’m going to punish you,” he said simply, providing no more details as to what he might mean. I whimpered in response.
His hand returned to my panties then, edging under the hemline with ease. His fingers dragged against smooth skin and he grinned at his discovery.
“Completely hairless. I love the modern age,” he murmured.
I looked at him in confusion. Modern age? What did that mean?
His fingers boldly explored my flesh, taking every inch as his. Slowly, he pushed them down into the seat of my panties and that’s when he discovered my shameful secret.
Despite the struggle in my mind, my body had utterly betrayed me.
I was soaked with arousal. I had known it for a while, had felt the wet fabric glued against my skin. I had thought to hide it, had thought it would never get to this point, but now that he had discovered my secret, I was completely exposed.
His chuckle said everything.
His eyes star
ed into mine, compounding my shame ten-fold. He knew that his roughness and his need to take me whether I wanted it or not had aroused me. It had turned me on and there was no concealing that fact anymore.
“You fight me, little warrior, but your body knows its true master. You’re so wet for me. I bet you can’t wait until I reward this rebellious cunt with my cock, but naughty girls like you have to wait,” he mused, and I scowled back at him.
His fingers continued to explore my folds, sliding along my moist flesh with embarrassing ease.
“You like it when I touch you here. I can feel your body tense with pleasure each time I come close to your greedy clit,” he continued, and I whined softly with humiliation.
He caressed my needy bud then, circling it slowly, teasing me. I squirmed, trying to avoid his touch, but it was no use. My pussy was his to take.
His fingers moved carefully, calculatingly slow as he tormented me. My body reacted almost violently to his touch and I wasn’t ready for it. It had been several years since I’d been with a man and it was as though my body was punishing me for it. His fingers moved deftly across the folds of my pussy, almost as though it was a musical instrument. He knew exactly what to do in order to build my arousal and there was little I could do but take it.
He squeezed my clit tenderly, before pressing the pads of his fingers over it firmly. The moment he increased the pressure there, I moaned for the very first time. The desire that shot up from the depths of my belly was strong and I had been unprepared for it. He smiled with his victory as my body forced me into obedience and I had to look away. Staring at the wall, he played with my wanting flesh, teasing me to the edge of oblivion and back.
“Look at me, Kassandra,” he demanded.
