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At least I wasn’t going to die today.
“Then let me go. We can sit and talk about this. Let’s have a glass of wine and chat,” I said resolutely. Dean loved wine. He always did, just like me.
“No. That’s not what we’re going to do,” he said firmly.
The bed creaked angrily as he sat beside me.
“We’re going to have a discussion first,” he began, and I stiffened. Those words seemed heavy, like they were loaded with something I didn’t understand, and I had the distinct feeling that I didn’t want to figure it out either.
“A discussion?” I echoed.
“Yes. We have a few things we need to deal with before you explain to me what happened, little girl,” he continued.
There it was again. The pet name. Why was he calling me that now? Where had it even come from?
“Stop saying that,” I muttered.
“Stop saying what, little girl?”
“That. Little girl,” I replied furiously. “I’m not a little girl. I’m a grown woman.”
“Then what am I to call you? Your name isn’t Sophia Jackson and it most certainly isn’t Tina Hathaway now, is it?” he replied rather arrogantly.
I refused to answer. There were only two people in the world who knew my real name and it wasn’t about to become three. Not when he had me bound to his bed with my life in his hands.
“Have it your way then, little girl,” he cautioned, and I tensed as his hand traced along my back. At first, his touch felt familiar and soft. Then it turned hard as he wound that arm around my waist and lifted my hips clean off the bed. With his other hand, he unbuttoned my jeans and deftly unzipped them like he’d done it a million times before.
But this was something else.
I cried out in shock as he released me, only to grasp the waistband of my jeans and force them down. He pulled them hard enough that they slipped over my hips. I struggled against the cuffs in a sad attempt to stop him, but there was nothing I could do. He wanted my jeans to come down and that was what was going to happen, and he didn’t care if it hurt when he did it.
At least my panties were still up.
For a long time, I felt his eyes on my skin. He didn’t even have to reach out and touch for me to feel it. I knew he was looking at me all the same and it was doing something strange to me that I wasn’t yet willing to admit. My core seized tight, and my heart pounded hard in my chest.
Why did this feel so different? Where was the Dean I knew? Who was this man and what had he turned into?
I stilled, drawing in one panicked breath after the next.
“Stop. Dean,” I pleaded. He didn’t answer.
Please.
His fingertips returned to trace the dimples on my lower back, slow and gentle and so much like the Dean I remembered. Then as if he flipped a switch, he grasped my panties and tore them clean off my body. The fabric caught the folds of my pussy and pinched them hard enough to make me cry out in sudden pain. I whimpered and pressed my thighs together, but the terrible sound of ripping cloth filled the air and surrounded me like a heavy cloud.
He pulled the remains of my panties from my body and tossed them by my face. He rearranged them so that the gusset of my underwear was on display right in front of me.
I was wet for him.
I was mortified to see the damp fabric in front of me. There was a wet spot in my panties. There would be no hiding that.
I swallowed, trying to get past the dryness in my mouth. It didn’t help.
He didn’t make any movement to take off my shirt or my bra or the socks on my feet, which only served to heighten the fact that only my bottom and my thighs were bare.
Another cry died in the back of my throat as he took the pillows from the head of the bed. I whimpered as his arm wound around my waist once more, lifting up my hips and putting the pillows beneath me.
I’d never been so acutely aware of my nakedness as I was in that moment. My mouth was open in shock and it was getting hard to breathe. My stomach danced with anxiety and my core clenched tightly with something I very reluctantly identified as arousal. My thighs rubbed against one another and I couldn’t stop thinking about how my ass and my pussy were bare. My bottom felt like it was on complete display.
