<strong>Emma with Mordecai</strong><br/><br/>She felt hands on her wrists, and they were being raised above her and locked in place above her. She couldn't move, she was completely exposed now, and her head was turned to one side, perhaps for her hot to look at him, she couldn't tell, it was so dark. Then she knew, she felt lips on her skin and goosebumps followed. If he was so evil, why was he being so gentle, so easy on her? Maybe that was his way, fuck with the body and mind.<br/><br/>She sighed softly as his hand found her breast, caressing her, prepping her for his future endeavors.<em>Emma, don't give in don't give, aaahhhh.</em>His mouth, his lips, the mustache. Emma had a moan that caught in her throat, and she slightly arched her back, as much she could from the weight that held her down.<br/><br/>She heard the click of the belt and felt part of it fall away. Would he take all of it off? Maybe? He was confusing her, going back and forth, left breast, then right breast. all in the darkness so she couldn't see what he was going to do next.<br/><br/>She willingly spread her legs for him, unconsciously really since she was concentrating on his ministration of her breasts. Her body accepted his fingers almost instantly, her wetness drawing him in. Like her body needed him, needed the sensations he was giving her. She was wet for him ,even if she didn't want to be. Her mind wanted to fight him, but what he was doing, he was breaking down any protests she may have had.<br/><br/>"yes I do," she answered softly, hating that he had just called her bitch, she was far from that. At least in her mind she was.