Chapter 122

The Prey

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t take him.

Even if the room was dark and the weather outside didn’t do any good, I was still frightened by its size. Not only was his manhood was very long, but it was also thicker that I believed possible.

I regretted taking a stroll, or ever talking back. Sex with him was not sweet and rosy. It was rough and scary. He could manhandle me easily, choking me and then force me into whatever position he wanted. And it terrified me.

I should’ve asked for the belt whips instead of this. What was I even thinking? The more he penetrated my behind with his fingers. Two fingers and I was already begging for him to stop, I didn’t think I could take his manhood in. It would break me, ruin me, and tear me.

My wrists burned with the force he had them pinned above my head, and my back arched as he peppered my back and neck with deep kisses. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t hunger. It was something entirely different. Som