Bear With It

I stared at him, my heart pounding violently like it was going to burst out of my chest at any minute. This was so not my plan. I don't understand why things had to be this way.

I stood in front of him, I felt like I was being made to stand in front of a crowd without clothes. He was my mate but he treated me worse than a whore.

He laid on my bed with his hands placed underneath his head, his legs crossed together, while staring at my nakedness.

He didn't utter a word but took a good view of my naked form. I cover both parts of my chest with my hands but, unfortunately, I don't have a third hand to cover my private area.

His gaze was weirdly dark while he stared at me. This was something new. Whenever he comes to my room, I get punished in a different way. The last time he came, he made me squat while he laid flat on the floor while he feasted on my pussy. He ate me for an hour and I was not allowed to move. If I did, he would bite my clit every single time. I cried and moaned at