His Favorite Toy

"Sara's point of view,"

"Stay away from me."

Feeling a heavy weight on my abdomen, I opened my eyes in panic.

He was soundly dozing off, leaning one leg over my abdomen and resting his head on my breast. His innocent, sleeping visage gives no clue that he is a sex monster.

I never thought that someone could treat me so cruelly for sex, even in my worst dreams, like the way he abused me last night.

What does he think of himself?

Did he think he could own me merely with the power of his wealth?

I was having trouble breathing in the jacuzzi when he dove me into the frigid water. It appeared as though he had transformed into an amoral monster, oblivious to the plight of his fellow humans. I persisted in battling with him to let go, but he ignored me.

My small vaginal opening suddenly became his entire world. He completely forgot that to fulfill his passion, he was tormenting not only my entire body but also my soul.

I attempted to push him away, but he gripped my palm tightly, pre