"Be still...."
He whispered huskily in my ear as his hand squeezed my bosoms harshly. Continuous tears flowed down like a waterfall. I had lost count on how many tears I have shed today. I felt caged.
Confined in his arms.
His other hand teased the hem of my panties as he kissed my neck hungrily. He would first lick, then bite, and then again lick. It was like he was leaving markings.
Like he was marking me.
I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. Messed up, that's what I was. I was looking like a doll.
His pleasure doll.
The mere thought of belonging to him creates turbulence in my heart. My heart shattered into million pieces only thinking about Mathew, how would he feel when he would find out that I was being touched by another man?
This thought didn't sit well with my mind. I again struggled in his arms with renewed energy. I put all my energy to get him off me but he didn't even budge. Like he was made up of bricks and cement.
