I was engrossed in the porn video on my laptop, completely unaware of the door opening behind me. The moment I heard the familiar voice, I froze, heart racing with fear and anticipation.
"What are you doing?" he said, his eyes narrowing as he took in the screen.
I couldn't speak, my mouth dry and my mind reeling. He knew I'd been watching porn, and now there was no escaping it.
"Does this turn you on?" he asked, his voice low and threatening. I nodded, unwilling to meet his gaze.
"Well, then," he said, invading my personal space, "why don't you show me?"
With trembling hands, I minimized the video and turned the laptop towards him. He reached for my hair, tugging gently, and then pushed me back onto the bed, pinning him down on top of me.
