When he made me orgasm for the first time, I was horrified. It was humiliating, and I felt so betrayed by my own body. My response was natural, but it didn’t make me hate myself any less. He licked the tears from my cheeks while chuckling at my distress. It was my lowest moment to-date. Every muscle went limp, my fight and will to live being ripped away from me. He loved that, knowing I’d been broken a little more.
