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and socks before grabbing his sweater by the cuff of the neck and pulling it over his head. Casually tossing it on the chair, he proceeds to unbutton his jeans, slowing dragging the zipper down until he is able to push them down his strong, muscular thighs. Fuck me, he is a sight. His body is perfect in every aspect. He’s toned, muscular and simply yummy. He is standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs. The contrast of them against his golden skin is amazing.
      When my greedy eyes finally make their way back up to his face, he just smirks then winks at me. He knows he’s quite the specimen, and I don’t blame him one bit for flaunting it. His thumbs are positioned inside the waistband of his last piece of clothing and he wastes no time in yanking them down until they rest at his feet, his thick arousal on full display.
      He’s stark naked and oh-so-breathtaking. I’m the one who almost breaks the role play. I’m the one who almost gets off the bed and goes to him, wanting to lick and suck every part of his hard, sinewy flesh. Maybe I should have gotten a look at the package before I decided to take this route. Oh, well, there’s no going back now.
      Advancing toward the bed, he reaches out and grabs my upper arms, pulling me to stand in front of him. The light from above hits his body just so, and I’m able to see something I didn’t a few minutes ago. Actually, there are two things I didn’t see. Scars. He has more scars on his perfect body. There is one long, curved scar running up over his left shoulder, stopping near his underarm. Then when I lower my eyes, I see the other one. This one is an angrier, welted scar which sits directly above his right hipbone. Without thinking, I reach out to touch it, like a woman in a trance, and my hand is pushed away. My eyes instantly shoot up to his face and he shakes his head at me, a sad look taking up residence in his eyes for a split-second. Then his mood switches back, and I follow suit.
      “How about we get rid of this dress, Essie? I want to see that body you’re hiding underneath.”
      “I don’t think it’s such a good idea. I already told you I don’t want anything to happen tonight.” I start to squirm in his intensity. “You need to get dressed and take me home, Drayden.”
      “But we’re just getting started. Come on, take the dress off. I swear I just want to see you. I won’t touch you, I promise.” His eyes are heavy with desire as he tries to convince me to comply with his demands.
      I try to back up, shaking my head in the process because I don’t want to say anything at that moment. Just react . He squeezes me tightly, making me cry out. His eyes are searching my face. He’s waiting for me to give any indication he’s being too rough, but he never gets it from me.
      With more force in his words this time, he says, “Take it off now, or I’ll take it off for you. And I won’t be gentle about it either, Essie.” When I shake my head again, he says, “Fine, have it your way.” He whips me around so fast, I have to grab onto the column by the bed so as not to face-plant on the floor. He’s able to undo my zipper in lightning-fast speed, never allowing me the opportunity to fight him. Once my dress falls to the floor, he drags me back in front of him, gazing upon my near-naked form with the headiest need.
      “Drayden, please don’t do this. I just want to go home. Please.” I know I’m coming off as meek and unsure, playing the part of the damsel in distress.
      “I told you, you should have thought about that before you came up to my room with me. Willingly, I might add. So don’t make this into anything more than it is. We’re going to have sex, and the time for going back is long gone. Just accept it, Essie. I know you want this, but for whatever reason you feel you should fight me. But just know, I always get what I want, no matter the cost.”
      Since he’s still holding on to my