Guilt

Adea

I’m not fooling anyone, we can both see my chest rising and falling, and I know he sees my hardened peaks. I don’t know when it happened but I’ve taken a few steps back. When my backside pressed against the cold tile, I cry out. It’s still sensitive from the slap and Shane’s hand is on my hip pushing me back into the wall.

I try not to look but it’s hard not to. Something long, hard, and intimidating is pointing at me. My body is hot as my hips move with the rhythm and something I don’t name starts building.

Shane doesn’t let me squirm away and my mind goes blank as he picks up the pace. He finds an unforgiving rhythm as his fingers rub harsh circles into my clit. I can’t help the whimper that falls from my lips as my body starts to wriggle under his touch. I reach out to grip his wrist in hopes of stopping him. He doesn’t bat an eye and his fingers still keep up their fierce torment.

“Shane,” I plead.