'What does he mean by that? Gentle or rough?' I shuddered as my mind wandered to places it shouldn't.
"Master… Can you let go of me?" I desperately pried his hands off my waist.
"Stay still," he commanded, his voice low and hoarse, sending all the cells in my body to stand still.
The warmth of his breath brushed my ear. "Don't you want me?"
'What kind of temptation is this? Should I say yes or no?'
"Master… I don't think there is anyone who can resist you." It was starting to get hotter in here, sweat dripping from the side of my temple.
"That is not a clear answer," he clicked his tongue.
"My answer is yes…" I paused, trying to calm my racing heart. "… However, I'm not emotionally ready for this," I muttered under my breath. I was too scared to say it out loud.
He pulled back from me, his hands unwrapping from my waist. Slowly, the heat was replaced by a cold chill.
I stood unmoving in my spot like a statue. 'Is he mad at me?' I clenched my fingers on my dress.
