That he understood my body well enough to push it to the brink over and over.
God!.
I press my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound that tries to claw its way out.
I hate that part the most, not that he denied me orgasms but that I wanted him to stop and didn't at the same time, that even while I was angry, my body atill responded to him.
The conflict makes my stomach twist.
I splash cold water onto my face but it doesn't help. My skin still feels too sensitive.
I scrub at my cheeks like I can erase the evidence.
"This isn't healthy," I whisper to my reflection.
The girl staring back at me looks unsure.i slide down the cabinet slowly until I'm sitting on the bathroom floor, my back against the wood and knees pulled to my chest.
He scared me yesterday.
But today?
Today he reminded me that he holds all the power in this house. And I foolishly let him.
