Try to get away!

If he can make you feel that way… just from touching you with his finger…

“Stay away from me!” you shout, throwing yourself farther up on the bed, trying to wriggle away with your bound hands.

But Nicholas is quicker and soon he has you pinned down by your shoulders, straddling your hips with his legs as his hungry eyes devour your naked, female body.

“No~! N-no~!”

“No, what, professor, huh? We’re all men here right? Just having some good old fashioned male bonding?”

“Pl-please d-don’t~!” you say, blubbering, tears freely streaming down your cheeks.

“Don’t what? What are you afraid of, hm?”

You feel the terror building in your chest, until you can hold it in no longer.

“Don’t **** me…!”

With that you break down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. No, no, please, not that, anything but that…

It was addictive.

The sight of her.

The sound of her desperation.

The feeling of power it gave him.

It was then that Nick knew that he needed to have her.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of her silken blonde hair. Pulled her up towards him.

Then…