'I can't put up any resistance while he play with my breasts...' Marielle thought. 'He forbade me to lower my arms and forced to stay in this position...'
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, his voice dropping to a deadly, seductive whisper. "If your poor husband and son were to see this, it would be quite tragic, don't you think?"
"S-shut up..."
"Keep those hands behind your head and show me every inch of what you're offering. If you move... if you try to break this position before I tell you to... you'll find out exactly how much 'punishment' a man like me can give."
"And trust me, sweetheart," he adds, his teeth grazing her earlobe, "you're going to love the punishment even more than the pleasure."
Marielle shivers, a cold dread and a hot, liquid heat fighting for dominance in her gut. She locks her elbows tighter, her muscles aching, her hands trembling behind her head.
