She couldn't recall the last occasion--if there ever was one to begin with--where she was properly held down, pinned to the bed, and bent over in a way that allows for a man to have complete and utter control of her. She began to wonder just how she managed to get into this predicament in the first place, and cursed her useless idea of placing herself in the center of the bed. She had quickly become a sitting duck, and she perhaps would have had better luck if she positioned herself somewhere near the door. If she had only been able to duck beneath him and unlatch the door, she could have staved off his capture enough to ruin his mood. It appeared she had taken the smart-ass route and paid for it. As she mulled this over in her exhausted brain, she was even-tempered externally; her eyes were focused at some indistinct point on the wall, her breathing even. She would occasionally wriggle to remove a kink in her spine, but she had gone complacent. She had stopped struggling.<br/><br/>That is, she stopped struggling until she felt the telltale feel of flesh against flesh. Her pupils dilated as her eyes widened ever so slightly, her breath hitching as the reality of the moment came back to her. Her elbow twisted as she tried to pull her limbs back closer to her sides, but they were still as firmly restrained as before. Her eyes strained to catch a glimpse of his erection, mostly out of curiosity of what was about to take her, and yet her own body sat in the way of her view. She exhaled suddenly, a sound of frustration from her rather bland view. He had chosen perhaps, in her humble opinion, the worst position to bed a woman in. However, he also had the most control of her.<br/><br/>The cold air hit the her exposed flesh between her legs quite suddenly as her underwear was unceremoniously dragged down her thighs, sliding willingly until it became wedged between the spread limbs. She made an indistinguishable sound, attempting to writhe in a way that would hike the fabric back up. Like all the rest of her attempts to free herself, it failed. A curious hand wandered down between her thighs, parting the pink, damp lips and finding the small bundle of nerves resting atop. She hadn't expected him to be knowledgeable enough to know where a woman was most sensitive, but it was clear that she was unhappy he knew how to manipulate her. "How dare you--" She began, her words abruptly cut off by the surge of pleasure from his rolling fingers. Her thighs trembled just the slightest, a wetness forming that would certainly suffice for entry. He seemed to take note, and pushed into her without more of a warning than the piercing of his cock into her folds. Her voice rang out in a sweet cry, a high-pitched, breathy sound as her body stiffened against the intruder. Her hands balled into fists, her plump lips parted in the usual<i>O </i>shape.