He buried his hand in her hair, pulled her head back so she had no choice but to look into his face. It hurt. Tears stung her eyes. Her pulse raced. A flood of damp heat pooled between her thighs. "You will do as I say, Skye. You will obey. Do you understand me?" She nodded her head as much as she could with him still holding her so tightly. His face was stern, but there was no anger there. Why did she find that reassuring? His voice went softer. "I understand what you're going through. When you truly give yourself over to this, to me, the panic will go away. And what I'm about to do will help you." He pulled her up and into his lap, turned her face down. The wool of his slacks was scratchy against her stomach, the front of her thighs. He smoothed his palms over her back as he talked to her, helping her to handle it, to accept what was happening. "You need this, Skye. You need a little pain to give you the chemical release in your brain that will make this all good for you. Endorphins.
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