Bailey wrestles me onto my back and sits with his legs on either side of me. I’ve never really had the tables turned on me, and the unexpected outcome is a raging fear boner. Despite the arousal, I react close to the same way as he did, thrashing to get out from under him while he sits on me like an expert bull rider refusing to be thrown. Until Bailey tires of my fighting, and swings his hand back to smack me across the face so hard my ears ring

