“Where?” I whispered slowly.
“What’s that?” Mathis asked.
“I didn’t say anything!” I turned, trying to talk to him but found I couldn’t bend to see him. It only made my hips swing to the side. But Mathis held them in place so they couldn’t go far. Catching them so firmly that his fingers nearly bit into the front of my pelvis as he lifted me off my knees and slammed me back down on my knees before him.
I felt him straightening behind me and felt the hardness of his length rubbing along my crack.
“Mmm…” He purred appreciatively. “You look so beautiful like this.”
Vulnerable.
Unable to fight him.
His ideal prey. I thought bitterly. Feeling helpless and frustrated. As he no doubt intended me to.
“Like what. Trapped in your stockade?”
“On your knees, vulnerable…Mine to take.” He
