SOPHIA'S POV
"Remember I told you you'd be punished if this ever repeats itself again?" As the words fell off his lips, his finger immediately found its way into the open zip of my dress, caressing the bare skin of my back.
As his fingers trailed down my back, I could hear my own heart racing, but still found myself worrying about whether or not he could actually hear it. I knew too well how this was going to end, but still I couldn't break free from his not so firm grip. I remained frozen, looking up at him as he pushed his face lower, reducing his height.
His actions was slow, too slow that a part of me was convinced that this was a deliberate attempt of his at showing me how bad of a liar I was and how much I really wanted him. This I knew, but my inability to even make the right decision annoyed the reasonable shame in me as I continued, shamelessly, staring at him, expecting; waiting.
