She wanted to flinch, to cower from his touch and what she felt was certain pain. Elsie couldn’t forget the Oscar she had met the night before. Her body remembered him all too well with the blazing marks and abused portions to recall every second of his humiliating use. His hand over her spine stiffened her appropriately and she was left silently reprimanding herself for reacting. It was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To see her ticking under his fingers like some wind up toy he just loved to play with.<br/><br/>Tears threatened her eyelids and she closed them in effort to keep that emotion to herself. Oscar’s question brought to life a typhoon of feelings she knew she couldn’t entertain in his presence. Her tears could evoke tenderness or rage and Elsie wasn’t interested in finding out which he was quicker to give her. Because the truth was far to terrifying. Life with Oscar was a maze riddled with mines. She walked on eggshells he assured her didn’t even exist.<br/><br/>Tea soaked fingers trailed over her lips and when he leaned up to blow on her pouty pink flesh, she didn’t dare move. Her eyes had peeled open, but were now downcast as he verbally and physically taunted her. Surely the woman who was given everything had nothing to complain about. His hand between her thighs elicited a gasp from those rosy lips as his touch reminder her of how he’d run the leather over that tender flesh before thrashing her in his anger. His kiss merely confused the torment inside her. It should have been dripping with passion and instead all she felt was control. He had her exactly where he wanted her and Elsie had no choice but to submit.<br/><br/>Her gaze focused on the jam he offered at the tip of his tongue. A flash of hatred flared through her and she imagined biting him instead of what she actually did. Gingerly, feigning discipline and obedience, Elsie sucked the food from his tongue like she had once relented and sucked his cock. Afterwards, she couldn’t look at him. Her eyes instead focused on where his hand was buried between fabric and her thighs, threatening her sex with attention she didn’t want.<br/><br/>Finally, she responded. It started as a soft shake of her head before she ever ventured to speak. When she did, her voice was small and timid, much to her dismay. “No, my love.” Elsie would soon become very accustomed to lying.