Arianna's small chest rose and fell as she fought to control her breathing just as Sean had taught her.<i> keep your breathing even, keep your mind sharp </i>his words echoed in her mind. She squinted against the light, blinking repeatedly and frustrated that all she could make out was a silhouette.  To Sean, the light shining against her pale skin seemed to make it glow. She hateful glare that she favoured the silhouetted man  with was at odds with the sullen and frankly very cute pout when he directed her to turn around. She did as instructed, knowing that she was not truly in a position to argue and knowing that if she upset this man too much she would be in no position to help Sean.<br/><br/>She cursed herself for not thinking to grab her knife of the table before rushing over here. It was a stupid mistake and one she would now surely pay for. Her breathing was more ragged and a soft gasp escaped her at the man's first touch. She was rather gently gripped around the waist and turned slightly so her hips pressed against the edge of the table. Her eyes squeezed shut. She knew what was about to happen. Sean had always told her to go somewhere else in her mind to block out things like torture but she could not manage to. The way that his hands moved against her skin, the way his hands slipped up and down from her waist to her thighs and back again. It was almost like when Sean had first taught her defence. Maybe she was just trying to attribute those characteristics to her assailant to insulate herself mentally from the horror She was about to endure. She had to admit that the thought of Sean caressing her like this was not all that unpleasant.<br/><br/>The entirety of her petite body was rigid and she gritted her teeth firmly to stifle any noise that might threaten to escape. She would not give this bastard the satisfaction of see her fear of discomfort. Even when fingers fond that little cluster of nerves she did not cry out. She tried to resist but the man just put more and more pressure until her body overrode her will and she bent forward. She was so small that she had to lift onto her tiptoes to bent fully over the table. Slender hands gripped the edge of the table and she bit hard on her lip to stifle the little pained sounds that wanted desperately to escape.  With two fingers he had effectively immobilized her, just like Sean had shown her to do against bigger and stronger opponents.  Even though  she was desperately trying to keep up a brave facade, she could not help but squirm when she felt the man shift and she knew where his gaze had wandered.<br/><br/>Humiliation from being seen like this and being bested so easily mingled with her own unwanted arousal as the assailant's breath tickled the curve of her backside and the tops of her thighs. This was wrong, this was not how this happened. Rapists did not caress and tease. They just took what they wanted. It was about fear and control. Her bright greens eyes went wide as suddenly her mind took in all that had happened and came to a completely different conclusion but it was crazy. It could not be Sean. that was absurd. She would be lying if she did not admit that she had wanted him to appear in her apartment but this! Suddenly a flush of warmth filled her whole body. Sean seeing her like this, bent over her table and helpless. Somehow it seemed worse. Her eyes widened again, if it was Sean, she was in so much trouble. That knife was never supposed to be out of her sight and she had left it on the table.<br/><br/>He had never gone easy on her and she had always been proud that he had never had to so she was really in for it tonight.<br/><br/>Arianna decided that it might be best to keep up the ruse that she did not know who it was for a little longer. Maybe she could get free and earn a  little lenience.<span style="color: indigo">"L-Listen, I don't know what you want but I will tell you right n.."</span>The little tirade was abruptly ended with the rumbling growl and the feel of the face pressing against the backs of her thighs. A shocked squeal issued from her throat when that agile tongue slid under her thong, teasing against the soft intimate flesh and then her underwear was pulled back. Before it was released to snap against her soft bottom, the material slid against her mound and she had to try desperately to stifle another moan. Sean was being devious in how he let her know that it was him. Still while she felt relieved she was still very tense.<br/><br/>Sean was a devious and very creative man when he needed to be and she felt that he intended her to be his next victim even if his intention was to have her, she knew that it would be on his terms and that excited her. To prove the point to herself she tried to lift her head, only to have his exert more pressure on that point. She almost regretted that he knew just how much she could handle, how much she could withstand. She was sure that he had plans to test those limits in more ways than one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>