I would fight the biting ropes and scream and hate him.I would fight the biting ropes and scream and hate him. He would sometimes gag me. My fingers would strain, my wrists pulling against the cords, trying for some way to get free, as his prick fucked my cunt, rubbed my clit and made me come. I would scream with anger and with pleasure. He would get off of me and touch my face. "See?" he would say. "You're starting to like me more and more." I would curse him. Once, I spat at him, and he slapped my face so hard a bruise welted up there that lasted for a week. In my dreams I wished for a lover who would not abuse me. Who would give me what I wanted in fair trade for what he wanted, who would stop when I wanted him to and who would ask me to stop when he didn't want to. I doubted such men like that existed at all. I still do, excepting Darryn, of course, who is too much a man's man to do me and my girls much good as a lover. But still, there is much to learn from a man like him. I dreamed of the day I would be close enough to another human to have the freedom to kill Stuyr. |