Back when…
Lexi’s breath came in short and shallow as she
tried to remain still as a mouse who has spotted a predator stalking around
it’s nest. Her head rested gently on the chest of a man, fast asleep. He was
strong and well-built and she could feel the rise and fall of his physique as
he sighed in his repose. His arms were wrapped protectively around her, in
almost a territorial manner. Her side throbbed and she knew a bruise would
probably form on her ribs. She’d have to go back to wearing a one piece swim
suit so it wouldn’t show when she lifeguarded at the Y.
Another pain spasmed deep within her. An
intimate dry stab.
Lexi slowly raised her head and moved her hands
to lift herself up from the bed where they lay. She needed to get out of here.
The air was too close and she felt like her chest was crushing in and around;
suffocating. Panic was rising in her throat as she felt another pain deep within her and tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. She was abruptly stopped by the tightening of her shackles as the man drew her closer to himself, disturbed by her movement, but not stirred from his hypnogogia. She felt his hand rise up to her ponytail and
grip it harshly so she had no control of her head. His breath stirred before settling back down into a lulling cadence.
And there she was again, head on his chest,
tasting his sex on her tongue and lying as still as a mouse.
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