I didn't want to break you, to damage you beyond repair—"
to damage you beyond repair
Her shaking intensifies as he circles around her like a shark.
"—but I need to start moulding you into what I want you to be, Baby. You're already so close to perfection, but there are these occasional lapses . . ." He traces his fingers down her body, ignoring the way she was cringing from his touch.
"Please," I whisper, "please, James. He smiles at her. "It's not a punishment, woman. I just have certain needs, that's all—and I want you to be able to satisfy them."
"What needs?" her words are barely audible. She doesn't want to know, she truly doesn't, yet she can't seem to stop herself from asking.
"You'll see," he says, wrapping his fingers around her upper arm and leading her toward the bed.
