"... Stop?" Thomas asked, filling in the next word in the sentence Melinda left unfinished. As shame burned brightly on her cheeks and in her heart, he feasted on the sight of her pert and nubile breasts saying "... wouldn't dream of it dearie, never you fear that." his words had the ring of a promise to themselves as he began pawing at her breasts with his free hand. His touch was rough and cruel as he explored her curves and pinched at her nipples, licking his lips and leering at her lustily as he toyed with her. Clearly, the fiendish brute of a man was taking add much joy from the feel of her as he was her humiliation.<br/><br/>Then Melinda felt Thomas kick at her ankles from between her legsas he attempted to coax her into spreading her thighs for him. "Posh girls like you always need a firm hand the first few times," he told her in a degradingly knowing tone. It was as if he was saying, 'I know you want me ... But you need me to take it... So you can still think of yourself as a Good Girl.' "...until you make peace with the cock hungry h harlot ya really are," he whispered into her ear then trailed sobering lips down her throat.<br/><br/>Melinda felt something blunt and hard pressing against her right thigh and it want the handle on Thomas knife. As she feared, he was hot, hungry and horny and more then prepared to force himself upon her. All she'd have to do to get through this without experiencing more of Thomas' anger was to close her eyes and submit... Which is what Thomas fully expected she'd do as he unconsciously relaxed his group on her throat and pressed his rock solid, stock body against hers, rubbing up against her like a dog in heat.