What kind of question is that?
“I…” I said softly as I was still unsure what would be the better option.
Is there even a better option between the two?
“Indecisive? Should I make up your mind for you?” Hayden offered.
Before I could even suck in my breath to say anything, his hands had already grabbed my wrists and held them together behind my back.
“Hayden….” I whispered his name in shock as my body was quickly pressed against the wall.
I felt the coldness of the wall press against my cheek and my chest. The coldness of the wall a clear contrast with the heat of Hayden’s body that was pressed against my backside. His hand still held my wrist securely behind my back.
Clearly, he didn’t put me in this position to talk to me which can only mean…
“Hayden…” I whimpered his name when I felt his hand stroking my thigh.
“You have to learn to say other things besides my name…” Hayden said emotionlessly.
I let out a soft cry when I felt his hand slowly inching upward along my thigh until I felt it disappear under the skirt of my dress. Thing are moving along too fast for me to process what was going on. Hayden’s hand stroked my inner thighs and travelled all the way up to my crotch. I moaned softly when his skillful fingers began stroking the thin fabric covering my love opening. Hayden…he’s so rushed and impatient…
“Ahh! Hayden…” I cried out when he suddenly bit my earlobe.
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