He began… she knew she didn’t stand a chance. He smiled because he also knew her resistance was in vain. Once his fingers found her neck, when he gently yet firmly gripped her throat, she knew her strong resolve would melt into a stream of compliance. She knew from years of experience with him that once those strong, determined, work roughened hands began their leisurely, but unyielding caress down her body she would be his for the taking… Again… Despite her attempts to stop her submission to him. He knew her, he owned her. Every part of her and she knew it.
Just like that. Every time.
M J Davis