A few more tears slipped free of her eyes as he posed her another choice, and her slim hand lifted, hesitantly, to curl gingerly around what would soon be inside her. It was large, much too large for her to take, and her eyes flew wide to look pleadingly up at him again with a wordless whine, even while the sugarsnow scent of her body drifted up between them, forced to be ready for this shaft she felt certain she could not take - but at least to be holding, to guide, would perhaps afford her some small measure of control that would be lost if he were to do it himself?<br/><br/>Control - what a foolish wish, she realized. She had no control here but for the illusion of it that he taunted her with. And with that thought, she abruptly let go and curled her arms around her smooth bare stomach, waiting for the dreaded movement of his hips.