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"May I?"

I know I should say no, but instead I hear myself choke out, "Yes" Desire has completely taken over me, and it burns even hotter as e hand coulfs my flesh, and my senses start its spiral descent

I've obviously held my own breast before Caressed it even, when I pleasure myself But I've also known that a man's touch is likely to be different And it is

When th and power in his grip draws out a cry froth and know that even if I do choose to struggle against him, he would be able to overpower me If he wants to have his ith me, if he wants to force himself on me—-

He would be able to do so, easily

And although it uilty and shamed—-

I can't help how I feel, and oh God, I love it that it's so

And when he starts kneading my breast harder and harder—-

I love it so much, oh God

And when he finally clai it between his fingers—-

Aaaaaaaah

I can no longer stay silent, and a moan breaks past my lips

"I wonder what your nipple would taste like"

Oh God

"Would it be so fucking sweet that I won't be able to stop suckling on it?"

The ie his words paint is too ain

"Do you want me to knohat your nipple would taste like?"

My brain begs er under its command Hasn't been so, ever since this man kidnapped me

"Beg me for it, my dove"

For a captive to beg for her kidnapper's touch is beyond the pale It should never be done Never And that's what makes it impossible for me to resist

"P-Please"

"Be clear about what you're begging for"

I start to close my eyes

"No!"

My eyes fly open

"I want you to look at "

Oh God

I feel like I' and asking me to do

Everything really is htmare coht and wrong I no longer know anything