Her arms and legs ached from the constant struggles, and she surprised herself by complying with his demand that she not move.  Her ass still throbbed where he had spanked her, and she was still wet between her legs.  Kat hated that.  It was betrayal on a whole new level.  Her cheek pressed into the bed and she kept her eyes closed, just in case she'd be able to see him in the darkness.<br/><br/>She didn't want to see him any more than she wanted him to see her.  A frown tugged her supple lips down, and she sighed.  It felt worlds better without her shoulders being pulled outward, and she wanted to rub away the abrasions on her wrists -- but she lay limp, unmoving, and silent for the time being.<br/><br/>There was enough hatred in her mood for him to feel it without her voicing it.