He could do anything he wanted to her and he wouldn’t have to do any explaining to anyone. Her breathing increased furiously, her heart rate sped up and she almost faint: she was having a panic attack. “So I was thinking it was time for a little present. He looked at her all the time and saw her tears running down her cheeks as he filled her mouth. Her mantra wasn’t really working anymore. “I know, she’s delicious, isn’t she?” Dean relaxed and they both laughed wickedly. She tried hard to fight back but had no control of her own body. Eight years since you became my student?”
“Yeah, almost.”
“And I must say in all these years of training, you’ve made a lot of progress. He got dressed and looked at her: her body was covered with bruises and scratches, tears streaking her face, and a thin line of blood trickling between her legs down her sore thighs. Gosh, this is really gonna hurt!” He smirked, secretly flattered by her thoughts, while he dug one hand deep into her skin leaving an imprint of bruises on her hip, and scratching her ribs with the other one.
