The days ahead loomed like a shadow, a horrifying, uncertain promise of what he planned to unleash. Yet, as his fingers traced the line of my pulse, steady and unyielding, I clung to a single thought. I hated it but it felt so good.
His body, shone in the light, reclined in a nearby chair. My nude body highlighted by the light overhead as his eyes traced every curve of my body.
Naked, he had wrapped his lower body in a piece of cloth and left his feet bare, he observed me, calmly sipping at a glass of dark wine he had found. A mutually unspoken game for both of us: who would admit defeat first?
But my body betrayed me my need becoming obvious as my pussy drenched with my wetness and my nipples hardened to tantalizing peaks, under the watchful gaze, I moaned, my body shifting beneath his eyes.