"Let me go, you bastard," I scowled. I didn't listen. I didn't open my legs. I wouldn't give in, no matter what he did to me. " If you continue to fight me, Freya, you're going to learn what my belt feels like before you're allowed to have even just a taste of my cock," he threatened, which only made me even angrier.
I fought him like a wild demon. His grip on my panties tightened and in one hard motion, he tore them off. The thin fabric pinched roughly at my wet folds and a soft whimper escaped my throat at the unexpected pain that raced through my most sensitive place.
He tossed my torn underwear right in front of my face and a rush of shame hurtled through me at seeing how wet they were. He didn't say anything, but I was sure that he could see the wet spot just as well as I could.
I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.
