I tried to swallow, but my dry throat prevented that. I hated the implied history she shared with Ryan, hated at how physically at ease she acted with him, which implied other things that I didn’t want to think about, but that commanding manner cowed me. As soon as I crossed over into that darkened room Maura could have ordered me to strip and I would have no choice but to obey.
“Ah, silence. That’s either submission or defiance,” Maura said. “Either way that’s a good sign." She brushed my warming cheek. “I hope its defiance.”
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, I had a vision of Maura rushing me, pushing me back against the wall. She tore open my shirt and I cowered, arms crossed over my breasts. But she forced herself between my arms, found my bra between the cleavage and proceeded to ri
