going to have to break down and strip you of. The safe word is so you can tell me what you can and cannot take. Your breaking point. Your breaking point. It’s for your own safety and protection.”
“Safety and protection? Wow. I may not trust you.” she sneered, clearly still annoyed about the smoke, her eyes glossy.
“That’s fair. You have to earn my trust first.” She looked up at him with venom in her eyes. “So tonight, you won’t need to use it, but for future sessions, the safe word is, ‘Banana.’ She sat back up, shaking her head. He chuckled lightly, aware she knew why. “I’m going to break you.” He grabbed her chin in a vise grip, made her look up at him and squeezed. A look of panic, dread, and the shit fear was born from rested in her eyes. “I’m going to break you down so damn good and so fucking far that Hell will look like Heaven…”
CHAPTER SEVEN
We’re Animals.
He pulled her up onto her feet, jammed his hand between her thighs, and pushed her legs apart. Unzipping her jeans, he yanked it down and her body swayed against him. A faint moan escaped her lips when he forced his hand inside her panties, feeling her soft pubic hair, then wetness and heat. She shuddered against his touch when he traced her fat pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. The lush, sticky nectar chased his lust and coerced it to explode tenfold.
“Break me… you wanna break me…” Her eyes rolled and she let her head fall back. Caressing her pussy with deft fingers, he set to work on her arousal with delicate ministrations to her precious bud.
“I have to break you. You’ve got a bunch of old programming from your parents, teachers, old boyfriends, old environments and situations… I have to erase all of that so I have a clean slate to work with.”
“But who’s going to fix you? Aren’t you in need of reprogramming, too?”
He pulled his hand out of her underwear and sucked on his fingers. “Stand up straight. You’re slouching.”
She did as he asked, and right away he invaded her space as she grinned smugly, pushing into her, threatening to make her fall back down on the couch. He knew she’d continue to fight him until he reminded her who was in charge. Actions spoke louder than words.
“You don’t ask me any fucking questions unless I tell you that you can, do you understand me?” He held up his finger, only a centimeter or two away from her face. She sneered in response, then laughed and turned to face the fireplace as if the flames had called her by name.
“Ahhh!” she screamed when he caught her neck in a firm grip.
“Do you fuckin’ understand me?!”
“Yes!”
He released her and shoved her back down onto the couch where she bounced, eyes wild like those of a feral city cat.
And yet, he was certain she was all the wetter for it.
“I’m not playin’ around with you, Yasmine. We’re in session. I’m in control now.” He got in her face, looking at her as if she were shit on the bottom of his shoe. “Take off your fucking clothes, damn it. And fast. All of them.” He sauntered leisurely to the loveseat and sat down with his legs wide open, exposing himself. His dick throbbed at the sight of her wrestling with her shirt, and probably her emotions, too. The fire crackled and danced, flirting with her gorgeous skin as she slowly removed her blouse, then her pants. Reaching for his dick, he began to stroke it from the base to the sensitive tip, keeping a good rhythm. Raveena’s ‘Salt Water’ started to play, setting the mood. All along, he could see she had something on her mind. He swallowed and smirked, shaking his head. Here she goes…
“I have just one teeny, weeny question?” She put up her fingers as if to say, ‘just a little bit’.
I knew it… This woman is incredible.
“Damn! What the fuck is it now?” He didn’t want her to know that he found her a bit amusing, her resilience titillating and annoying at the same time.
“How do you seem to know a lot of the things I like? For instance, the restaurant where you took me for lunch, where we talked for thirty minutes about a hairy Greek god who loves music and pussy, then walked off leaving me there? Or the music you keep playing? I know I filled