The night was deep and still.
The climate control in the hotel room made the air feel stiflingly hot.
Faye Vaughn was slick with sweat, whimpering as she begged for mercy, "No more..."
Just as he'd said he would, Wyatt Hawthorne didn't stop. "You still haven't learned your lesson."
Faye Vaughn's voice was as soft as water. "Then you tell me, what does 'learning my lesson' mean?"
Wyatt Hawthorne's kiss landed on her neck, forceful and seductive. "Just like before. Be a good girl and do as you're told."
Faye Vaughn let out a sweet, breathy hum. "That's not happening."
Her refusal only made Wyatt Hawthorne more ferocious.
'She needs to be taught a lesson.'
Faye Vaughn walked a fine line, alternating between begging for mercy and talking back.
One moment she'd be crying, "Okay, okay, I'll be good," and the next she'd flip over to take control, imperious and full of vigor.
He and Faye were locked in an intense power struggle for most of the night.
A battle of dominance.
