“Are you wet, Elena?” he asks. I hesitantly nod. “Do you want me to touch you?” Sighing, I shake my head. “No.” He nods. “Good girl. You’re not ready for that.” His hand that was in my mouth tenderly cradles my jaw. “I used to get off on the thought of breaking you, but now it fills me with fear. I have to be gentle with you now. If I break you one more time, I may never find all the pieces again.” “What if I want you to break me?” I ask, my eyes not leaving his. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle?” “Then I’ll love you violently instead.”
