You Are My One and Only

When Patricia finally gathered the tiniest sliver of wits about her, she let out muffled cries as she pushed Isaac off of her.

Isaac seemed to regain some of his senses too. He pulled back and gave her enough space to sit up, but her top had been yanked apart, displaying her pale, white…

“Ah!”

Patricia grabbed a pillow to hide her chest. “Isaac Arnold! You’ve gone too far!”

Isaac was feeling rather uncomfortable too. It took all of his willpower to rein himself in. He wanted to continue, but from the looks of it, that was not going to happen.

His breathing remained heavy as his eyes flashed dangerously. One day, he was going to lock her within his arms and make her his, for good.

For now, all he could do was respond with a cunning smile. “Do you know where you were touching? Don’t you know how dangerous it is to touch a man there?”

Patricia blinked and tried to recall what happened earlier. I was just applying the ointment as per your command. I didn’t touch anywhere I shouldn’t, right?

“How should I know? I’m not a man.”

Even now, images of what they had been doing were flashing across her mind, and it drove her crazy. It was such a strange feeling.

did I enjoy it so much? Why did I want it to continue? It was just a

now, so it was normal for her

and she began to button up her top. She had not even noticed when he

too, from how strongly he held onto her. Isaac, you scoundrel! How she

because he paid her

buttoning the shirt with one

I like you. This is

her, he would never lay

what he wanted, they would

top. She slid off the bed and adjusted

I agree to this? I did not, so it counts as sexual assault.

stepped with haste toward the door

bedroom. When she was in here with him, it felt like

the room felt cold and empty—void of the

back on, his movements robotic,

then, his phone began to ring, so he

“What is it?”

next week. Do you wish to