“You do not know what begging is, my sweet. You will though, very soon.” It’s a promise that sends a shiver through me. “I could come from looking at you. Every time I thought of you, I told myself there was no way you were as beautiful as I remember. Then I would see you again, and you proved me wrong.” At any other moment in time I would doubt his words while thinking of all the reasons why he was just being nice, but it’s true, his truth, I can see it in his eyes. He traces up my inner thigh coming so close to where I want him before stopping to trace back down then up again.

“I burned for you, and I hated every second, hated myself for burning for another man’s wife. I hated you for making me burn for you, for looking at me with longing in your eyes when you belonged to someone else. None of that stopped the long endless hours of imagining, fantasizing, dreaming about all the things I would do to you if I ever touched you, ever had you in my bed.”

I barely notice he has undone the garter from my stockings and is rolling down one, only his lingering touch pulls my eyes from him. His enjoyment of the slow removal is clear. The other stocking is gone, and he rolls me over to pull down the garter belt with rough hands. His hand covers the heart of me again before going to the top of my panties then slides them down my knees.

“When I figured out you lied, I wanted to hurt you. I wanted to humiliate you for turning me into something I have never been before, no woman has turned me inside out the way you do. I wanted you to pay for it.  There was only one thought when I went to your place, to confirm I was right, nothing beyond that.

“For a brief second, the relief I felt at knowing there was no other man was so massive it took my breath away. Only in the next breath that relief was wiped out in the torrent of desire that had been pent up too long. I could have you. So I was going to take you and satisfy the need I had for you. I would finally be free of you. My only thought was to be inside you, to lose myself in you.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

I can’t stop the tears that come. “Leo, no,” I whisper, begging him to stop.