…gates of hers were coming down regardless. Dignity was a luxury—something she couldn’t afford and wasn’t worthy of. I stood beside her and held her neck with my left hand. “You want this to happen.” I squeezed her knickers tightly and felt the warmth of her wetness ooze around my fingers.
“I don’t want this. I don’t want—”
“You want it like this and I’ll show you that you do.”
No is yes!
She was about to speak again but before she made a sound I tore the panties from her, spun her around, stood her up, pinned her against the wall and then raised them up to her face. I squeezed my fist and waited for her eyes to react. The womanly excitement made its way out of the fabric, glistening and dripping around my fingers. She looked at…