Oscar called her names appropriate for the action, ignoring that she didn’t come into this willingly. It was so easy for him to humiliate her. After all, she was a woman of society, who conformed as best as she could to what society said she ought to do. Her tryst with the women’s movement was her only attempt to push back. He had to of known that she wanted to be a good wife, she just like her opinions too.<br/><br/>His hand landed on her red and angry cheek, reviving pain she had almost forgotten about. In reaction, her muscles tightened around him as if trying to choke is lower neck. For her, it was felt as a sudden and overwhelming burn and she cried out as her body eased once more. Lightheaded and finding a need to she had no interest in entertaining, Elsie wanted to bury her face in her hands. It was the belt that wouldn’t allow that and she was sure it would leave its mark there too.<br/><br/>The belt directed her to the end of the bed, where he pressed her face into the soft mattress. Delicate fingers gripped the bed cover tightly, holding in as if it would be her saving grace. She blushed further under his offensive remarks. There was very little that told him she enjoyed this, and he made up her eagerness to fulfill his need to humiliate her and make her feel small and full of shame.<br/><br/>He had succeeded tenfold and was completely ignored the prick of pleasure she had actually felt.<br/><br/>She remained silent, despite the painful affliction he render to her. Turning her over, the leather was released from her neck and the deep breath she sucked in was long overdue. As if she was filling her lungs fully for the first time, the daze he’d left her in turned into something quite like a high on oxygen. Elsie’s eyes rolled back into her head and all knowledge of what he was doing to her was momentarily forgotten as her body cane to its full senses.<br/><br/>He had originally pinned her arms over her head, but let them dangled for a moment as he continued to fill the wrong space. Oscar’s laughter sent goosebumps across her skin but she no longer felt affected by his mockery. She fell into a state of numbness - until his thumb found her most sensitive button. Elsie didn’t want to give him his victory, pushing her to her end by such horrible means and yet, there was no way she could stop it.<br/><br/>“Please, don’t.” She wanted to beg, to make him stop. He made her feel filthy and out of control and the way her body reacted of its own accord scared her. His thumb dragged over her, playing with that perfect spot recklessly and her body tightened around him again, her folds slick and ready for attention. “Stop, please.” But the soft, building groan have her away, betrayed her sensibilities and left her turning her head away from him. She didn’t want him to see her like this just so he could use it against her.