I dropped the glass, my hand much to weak to hold onto it any longer and Darryl simply kicked it across the carpet.
"What's your safe word kettlepot."
Kettlepot. What a strange pet name.
"Answer me." Pinching my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I almost groaned.
He cocked his head, waiting. How was I supposed to remember with you touching me like this? With you half naked?
"Please, can you repeat it again?"
"Only if you remove your dress."
I frowned, racking my brains. Nothing. Did I really need to know it that badly?
"Yes, you need to know it." reading my mind. "It's the only word that can make me stop." taking a firmer grip of my nipple and I slip the dress off, watching it gather at my ankles.
"Relax Adela." he soothes, his arms drape at his side. "You are no different from me, when you look at it. You being a masochist." I almost laugh. Wouldn't you? Me a masochist, now he was stretching it a bit far.
"Should I demonstrate?"
Before I could answer, he grabbed my neck strongly almost lifting me off the ground, slamming my back against the fireplace. I scarcely felt the pain, groaning. My lips quivering.
"Why are you doing this?" my voice shook, sounding weak.