#Chapter118
His mouth trails to my neck, across my exposed shoulder and down to my breasts as I arch against him, his hands smoothing down to the edge of my panties and sliding them down. He stops again as he gets them low, stooping to take them off, waiting as I lift one foot at a time, extracting them fully from my ankle and the whole while I find myself letting him do this with no sense of inhibition. It’s as though I have completely become submissive to him, no war raging inside, or sense of self-preservation, stupidly trusting him in this because I want it more than anything and I know he will guide me gently. There’s no fear or repulsion, no trauma holding me back.
