Nyx

"Keep talking back, Kitten, and no part of this beautiful little body is going to be able to handle the punishment." The Italian's black clad knee slips between mine. Stealing the only prayer I might have had to get my wits back before that hand descends again. Forcing a pathetic little mew of shock in my head; easily mistaken for a moan of absolute rapture aloud.

I can't process, let alone dignify, what's happening. My mind a mix of indignity and shame while my body lights up, and my poor brain pleads for the strike I can't fathom withstanding. Worse, I can't even blame the witch and his stupid fake dating profile for this. 

This is all me, crash landing into yet another corporate titan. Literally………