Movie & chill

My back hits the soft cushion underneath me. Though I can still hear the sound of the TV, my attention is now fully concentrated on the man hovering over me. The light cast beautifully on the side of Ivan’s beautiful face, his jaw sharp enough to cut through wood. My heart is determined to escape its cage under all the emotions its feeling right now. Ivan’s body lies against mine but he still makes sure to not crush me under his weight. His hand snakes up my thigh as he fits himself between my legs. His bulge presses against my most sensitive spot and my mouth open in a silent moan. Slowly, apprehension starts to fill me up. “I don’t want to...” I start to say. “I don’t want to have sex yet. It’s too soon and-...” “Shhh. I know, querida. Do you trust me?” I tilt my head to the side. Do I trust this man? A part of me wants to say yes because of the few words he said to me earlier but I don’t know...What if he’s just playing with me? My back still tingles from the whip marks he inflicted