A Kiss

"I ask again. Are you sure about all this?" he growled into Annica's ear. "Now you say that you are ready. You say that you can't wait to please me and will obey. But who's to say that the feeling of fear won't return?"

Annica blinked. Her dress slipped down to her stomach.

"How can I be sure that you won't attack me when I sleep?" Daemond continued as he ran his fingers along the side of Annica's breast.

Annica gasped at Daemond's touch. Always, the slightest touch from the man and her body burned like the summer sun. How she hated that feeling.

"You can tie me up then," Annica whispered with faltering breath. Her face began to sweat with feelings that could no longer be distinguished from one another. Anger, helplessness, fear, and something else that threatens to take over. Lust.

"To be honest," she continued. "I would prefer if you tie me up….s-so that I'm not tempted to go back to hurting myself again."