A cry broke from her chest as he smacked her the second time, and she rocked with the blow, gaping as her breasts and face scratched along the carpet. Her fingers curled slightly at the blow, dipping just into her entrance, and she gasped, fighting not to yelp. She stared at him, eyes hungry, wanting to move close, to taste him, to pleasure him, but she remained where she was, rubbing, one finger finding her clit. She gasped tightly, and shuddered, already balancing on the edge. She stared into his eyes, not caring if hey were brown or red. He was him, he was there, and he was perfect.<br/><br/>Every moment was heaven and hell, pleasure and pain, and she was stretched to breaking. "Roe..." She half sobbed. She wanted him, she wanted something, anything from him.