Nick strips you.

Nick’s hands, so gentle on your skin, suddenly pull down harshly on your sweater. You gasp as the remnants fall around you in tatters, leaving you – your full, heaving breasts, your quivering womanhood - completely bare.

“What are y – kyaaa!” you scream as you cover yourself, but he turns you around to face the kitchen wall and presses against you, holding you helpless with the weight of your body.

“You expect me to resist you?” he says, between kisses to your neck that make your knees weak even as you try to struggle free. “After you kiss me like that? Would you have been able to, when you were a man?”

“I-I’m still a – no, wait!” you cry out as you turn your head and see that he already has his shirt off. The rest of his clothes soon follow as you wriggle helplessly against him.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough,” Nick says. “You’re my woman, Mylie. And I’m your man. What do you think a man does with his woman, hm?”

His woman. You shiver at his words, at the heat it sends anew through your body. He’s not… he’s not wrong but…

(His woman.)

“What do you think it will take for you to be a man again?”

Give a man… the ultimate pleasure.

(What could be better than this?)

But…

(He’s not a bad man.)

“And you want this. I know you do.”

“No…” you say, in a whisper that turns into a moan as he continues kissing you, then an airy gasp as his hand finds its way to one of your breasts.

A man is groping your breasts.

(Your man is groping your breasts.)

In a daze, you find yourself being pushed down against your dining table. Just this morning it was the place where you displayed your dominance, your alpha masculinity, where you cowed dozens of younger men into admitting that they’d never be good enough.

And now…?

You’re a woman. A young, beautiful woman.

(Bound. Helpless. In his arms.)

A young man you once mocked is going to have sex with you.

(Claim you. Claim what is already his.)

Even if you don’t want to.

(Don’t you?)

You feel your brain going into meltdown as he pins your arms, your denials swallowed by his lips on yours.

He’s consuming you.

Remaking you.

This isn’t… it isn’t right…

Nick pulls back, stares into your eyes.

“Tell me, Kitten. Tell me you want this.”