“You feel so good against me, my little lamb,” he whispered in a low voice. “I’m going to have the best time of my life playing with you tonight, my little prey. I’m going to make you feel so good you can’t even remember your own name.”

You limped against his hold, and he laughed again. It still sounded so mean. You loved it.

“You’re truly a pathetic and helpless little thing, aren’t you? But don’t worry my love. I’ll take very good care of you tonight,” he promised, his voice a low purr.