“I don’t think you get it,” says Henry. He slowly gets behind me, trying to make it seem like he’s not gonna hurt me or do anything to me. I feel the warmth of his hands against my neck as he brushes my hair back, off my shoulders. “When I want something,” he whispers, kissing along my neck with great tender and passion. “I get it.” Once again I feel his hands against me. They wonder down my arms, rubbing them gently as though applying too much pleasure will hurt me or even break me. 
          I felt a surge of anger go through me then. I wasn’t just a thing. I was a ‘someone.’ Who does he think he is? “I’m not just a ‘thing’ that you can have because you want it,” I snap, shrugging the pleasant warmth of his hands off. “I’m not a trophy. I’m not a thing. And I don’t think you’re getting how much I hate you.”
            He grasps me firmly by the waist then, gently grinding himself against me, turning me on slowly, somehow knowing I like it when he takes it slow. His hands once again travel down my arms and then down to my stomach, holding me there for what seems like eternity. His lips brush against my long neck as his fingers undo each button on my shirt. At that moment I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get out of this. It was impossible to, I realized. What he was making me feel was extraordinary. Something I hadn’t quite felt with just any guy in a while. 
        “My head hurts, Mr. Stones. I think I should get some r―” he cuts me off, apparently not caring at all how I feel. 
          “Bullshit,” he whispers, biting my earlobe. Exciting me more. Arousing me to the point that I am not able to resist. He helps me get out of my coat and button down. “If you have a headache, then what we’re about to do is going to make you feel a whole lot better,” I feel a sudden rush of heat go through me. I felt myself throb as the arousal spread throughout me, making me wet and all the more excited. It was impossible to ignore the feeling he was producing deep within me. It was also impossible not to notice the way his cock kept pressing up against my bum. It felt rather large and very hard. Henry’s hands brush against my ample breast, making my nipples harden and push up against the thin fabric of my linen undershirt.  
           “I’ve always admired you,” he whispers with tender, slightly feeling up my breast. I take in a shaky breath, leaning up against him involuntarily. My body wanted it, I didn’t. Or at least that’s what I made myself think.
         “How? Why?”I say, my voice raspy, a bit too on edge. 
         “You’re a beautiful, independent woman. Any man would be happy to have you,” he whispers, this time squeezing my breast a bit more hard, as though the situation calls for it. 
           “Mr.