His hand moved faster than sight, his open hand striking her cheekbone with an audible<em>smack</em>. He watched the shock register on her face as he began to slowly run the same hand slowly down her body, tripping over one nipple, across the vast plain of her stomach and coming to a rest on her classically-sculpted hipbone.<br/><br/><strong>"If you're a very good girl. This could be a night to define all future nights. Or if you'd prefer a nightmare, that could be a<em>rranged</em>,"</strong>with the last word he suddenly slipped his hand off her hip, and slipped two fingers inside her. She was tight, but he pushed hard, forcing her wider. Her body betrayed her. She was wet and more than willing.