"Ah, there you are," he said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Come, sit down. I have something to discuss with you."
Marcus leaned back in his chair, a sly smile on his face. "But first," he began, his voice dropping lower, "let's have a little fun, shall we?"
Without warning, he stood up and moved closer to anna, his body looming over
Her heart was racing, the fear she had been feeling earlier now intensifying.
He reached out, his hands grasping her wrists, and pulled her to her feet She tried to resist, but his grip was strong, and she couldn't break free.
He pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, ""Don't struggle, doll. It won't do you any good."
Trembling, anna nodded weakly, the fear of what might happen if she didn't comply overriding her desire to fight back.
The room was still and silent, the only sound being the labored breaths of the two people within. His hands moved over her body, exploring every curve and contour as if trying to memorize every detail. She could feel his every touch as if it was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
He touched her gently, running his fingers along her bare skin, exploring the smoothness of her body. She tried to resist, to pull away from him, but her bound wrists and ankles prevented her from moving. She was completely at his mercy.
He moved closer to her, his breath warm on her neck, and whispered in her ear, "You're mine now. All mine."
Her body trembled at the sound of his words, a strange mix of fear and excitement running through her. She didn't want this, but something about his touch, his voice, his presence made her feel a strange excitement that she couldn't explain. She hated herself for it, for responding to him like this, but she couldn't help it.
He began to caress her skin more intently, his hands moving over her body with more confidence now, as if he knew she couldn't resist. And she couldn't. She felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement, her body responding to his every touch. She could feel her breath growing heavier, her heart beating faster. She hated herself for this, for enjoying this, but she couldn't control her body's reaction. Her skin felt like it was on fire wherever he touched her, his hands like a drug she couldn't resist.
He continued to explore her body, his touch leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake. She was fighting her own body's response, trying to resist the pleasure he was making her feel. But the battle was lost, and she knew it. She began to respond to his touch, her body arching towards his hands, seeking more of his caress. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't help it. She was powerless against his touch, his words, his presence. He smiled at her response, knowing that he had her completely under his control.
He began to whisper filthy, seductive words in her ear, words that made her body burn with desire. She tried to block them out, to not let them affect her, but they were impossible to ignore. They were like a spell, wrapping themselves around her mind and body, making her want him more than she ever thought possible.
He moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers, leaving no space between them. She could feel his heat, the hardness of his body against hers. She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her, responding to him with a desperate need she couldn't control.
He began to kiss her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She could feel his hands exploring her body, finding all the sensitive spots that made her shiver. She was lost in a sea of sensation, unable to think or speak, only able to feel as he took control of her body and her mind. She was powerless, completely at his mercy, and she hated herself for it. But even as she hated herself, she knew that she wanted more, needed more. The battle between her mind and her body was lost, and she was his.
He continued to touch her, to kiss her, to whisper his seductive words in her ear. She was completely lost in him, her body responding to his every touch, her mind filled with the ecstasy of his presence. He had her completely under his control, and he knew it.
He continued to touch her, kiss her, his hands and lips roaming over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She was completely lost in him, unable to resist his control, hating herself for it, yet needing it all the same.