I crawled out of the bed and stood straight near it.
I looked at him nervously and utterly helpless waiting for the next thing to be done to me.
He didn't look at me but was frowing and looking straight upto ceiling.
"Come here", he ordered raising his hand without looking my way, maintaining his impassive expressions.
The order was cold, giving the impression like it shouldn't be defied.
I bit my lip and gave him my hand hesitantly.
His hand was warm contrary to my moist and cold one.
Just as I touched him, he pulled me over him with a simple jerk.
I squeaked and quickly tried to create a little of distance between us but only his hands tightened around him.
I looked at him and his cold eyes made me to gave up on my idea of struggling... or creating a distance.
I became still.
He stared at me for a few more minutes while I nervously waited for his next move.
The only audible sound was his steady and mine shallow breathing.
Then abruptly, he started kissing my neck. His lips stayed at a point as he inhaled in deeply.
I can't take this mental torture any more.
He said he would whip me and he wouldn't just forgive me then now...
Not that I mind that but still...