The Tether: Breaking Emily

Emily stared at him with frightened eyes, but her body was still betraying her. Her thighs pressed together in an attempt to conceal the wetness gathering there and her body shifted to hide her still taunt nipples but there was no hiding from his gaze. She wanted it so badly, she could feel her insides burning, lusting for him. Maybe he was right, maybe she was a whore after all.

“Please.” Please was all she said with her eyes locked on his. Pleading to be let go, pleading to be taken, pleading for her guilt to diminish. Unfortunately for her, only one of these things happened. The scarred man stroked the back of her head then put his elbows behind him, resting them on the top of an examination table she hadn't noticed when she was first dragged into the room. He looked down at her curiously, his head cocked to one side. “Go on then, baby doll. Impress me.”