Sheryl gasps as Storm's strong hands flip her over, her body sprawled open while her back is exposed. Enjoying the view, he climbs on top of her, trapping her under the weight of his powerful body.
Startled, I press my back against the cold surface of the door, my heart pounding in my chest. My entire body is covered with tiny beads of sweat––I know what it feels like to be trapped like that. I've been in her place far too many times to forget.
But unlike me, Sheryl doesn't struggle.
On the contrary, she forces her body to submit, and I find that rather remarkable. No, it's not an attempt to endure the inevitable. She wants him to believe that he has control over her and that she enjoys it.
She knows how to please a male in more than just one way. And right now, she wants to show him how vulnerable he can make her.
