Jesus Christ. No small talk. No getting to know one another. I was becoming uneasy and aroused at once. “Are you going to hurt me or something?” I asked, but I knew he would never, at least not physically.
His look told me he did not find that funny, and I blanched.
“I told you. Some of tonight may be unpleasant for you. Good lessons need to be memorable. Would you like to call it a night instead? Otherwise, dinner is ready…now.”
I didn’t want the night to end. He affected me in ways I had never felt before. I trusted him, but I was scared. Again, I was giving up control, not like me at all. But my body ached to be with him. I knew I was trapped and had no will power to refuse him.
“No. I’m famished,” I finally agreed.
“Good. Remove everything you’re wearing except your panties and tank top.” The way he spoke make me shiver. “Please,” he added.
“What?” I let out a gasp of air.
“You did wear panties tonight, didn’t you, Annabelle?” he said with a hint of sarcasm and humor, and I blushed remembering what he did to me the last time we were together sexually, and he found me panty-less.
“You’re in quite a mood tonight,” I said nervously, yet I smiled. He intimidated me and aroused me at the same time. I didn’t understand these contradictions of feelings.
He glared at me again in such a way that I suppressed my sarcasm as I answered quietly. “Yes. I did. Wear panties.” Why did he have this effect on me? I sounded like a bumbling idiot.
“Good to hear. You can leave on those taunting red shoes you’re wearing if you’d like.”
I just nodded, dumbfounded at what this night had turned into. I was too dazzled by him to think of stopping it.
“Would you like to know what I have in store for you, Annabelle? Now that you’ve decided to stay?”
“Yes,” I whispered, anxiety becoming palpable.