Had Lucrezia known he enjoyed her struggle, she would have tried to remain as still as possible. That is, if she even could have. Pushing against his hand and trying to pull away was her natural instinct, reaction, to being forced to pleasure a strange man.
His praise meant nothing to her. In fact, it only made her more upset. She felt ashamed already, being forced to do such a thing. When his grip eased and she was allowed to properly breathe, she gasped for air, trying to not openly sob in front of him.
"Please, stop...this is enough," she pleaded. "Please let me go now..."
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Date: 2018-11-01 03:04 pm (UTC)His praise meant nothing to her. In fact, it only made her more upset. She felt ashamed already, being forced to do such a thing. When his grip eased and she was allowed to properly breathe, she gasped for air, trying to not openly sob in front of him.
"Please, stop...this is enough," she pleaded. "Please let me go now..."