He nodded, his lips pressing into a grim line. She knew he was fighting with himself. He hated the idea of hurting her. Didn't understand her need for the pain. He was probably now struggling with his reaction to her pain. He loved it and it was killing him. He wanted to revel in the euphoria she was experiencing, but he couldn't reconcile himself with how she was getting there. She didn't care. She wanted to seize this newfound high with both hands and ride it out while she could.
"Eyes on me and don't f*****g move them, baby," he growled.
She nodded helplessly, her eyes glued to him as he backed up and towered over her. Without his belt, his jeans hung a little lower on his hips. She swallowed in trepidation. She hadn't been able to see him before as he stood behind her. Now she could
