Zina POV
"Do you need mercy?" he asks, but it takes my brain a minute to catch up.
He's asking if I want to stop. Do I?
God, that hurts, but he's doing this for a reason. And aside from all of that, my body is awake, sensitive and a little horny behind the pain.
"No," I whimper.
"Good girl."
Before touching me again, he sits up and I feel his hands glide up my legs, massaging my hips. "I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now. You are perfection, Zina. And I hate to hurt you, but feel what it does to me."
His hips grind against my leg, and I feel his rock-hard erection. He's naked, and I writhe, trying to feel him more.
"Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?"
"Yes," I cry out.
"Tell me you're worth it. Tell me how beautiful you are."
