[Her broken cry when his hands reach around her shatters through the room, and one of her own reaches out to grip the edge of the vanity, the table rocking slightly from her strength alone, as the other rests over his hand at her chest, guiding him into pressing it more firmly.
Roughly.
Just the way he knows she likes it.
She blinks her eyes open and swallows past the dryness in her throat, and he'll see how much she tries to fight it. Tries to fight that trembling in her fingers and the eager quiver of her thighs as she spreads them in invitation. In a plea when his hand doesn't wander far enough.]
But I can't...
[Is she still making a feeble attempt at acting the part?]
You're one of them, aren't you?
[Yes, she is, and she'll try to wriggle free. Feebly. Even if she wanted to run, her legs would not carry her far.
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Roughly.
Just the way he knows she likes it.
She blinks her eyes open and swallows past the dryness in her throat, and he'll see how much she tries to fight it. Tries to fight that trembling in her fingers and the eager quiver of her thighs as she spreads them in invitation. In a plea when his hand doesn't wander far enough.]
But I can't...
[Is she still making a feeble attempt at acting the part?]
You're one of them, aren't you?
[Yes, she is, and she'll try to wriggle free. Feebly. Even if she wanted to run, her legs would not carry her far.
What has she gotten herself into?]