Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

To Emma, it was her anger that was recognized by her and also knew that the root of it was Cain. It was in that moment, she wondered why she even came here. Their conversation wasn't even productive and it was obvious that he wasn't even sorry for what he did. He had this delusional thought, an opinion about her which she disagreed one hundred percent. To her, she wasn't even feeling any presence of lust, probably hidden under all that anger that had build up. There were all sorts of moral codes which she respected very well and the fact that she was married, she considered herself to be a one-man-woman. The fact that Cain held such an opinion about her is what really was pissing her off. A few strands of hair slipped past her ears but she didn't even bother to put them back in place as she was distracted by something else here. She felt as if she was on fire and if allowed, she'd do so much to Cain...starting with hitting him. Of course, she was a tiny little thing in comparison and wouldn't dare to, not yet at least. It wasn't in her nature. Emma complained, trying to reach for her phone, Give me my phone back or I will... that is all she could say before he turned her phone off. A small jingle played and she gasped, What the hell? Why did you turn my phone off. This is not funny anymore. She said as she never thought this was funny. It was sort of humiliating, a present in the form of a dildo coming from a much older man. She may not have had the best sex life but being a celebrity and not being with many guys, it was quite satisfying for her. When he tossed her phone away, she almost tried to go after it but with him standing between her and the phone, she couldn't. She did take a step towards him but then pulled back, noticing how her phone's back cover came off, the battery flew across further a little, realizing it might be broken from the way it sounded. The fuck do you think you're doing! She said and shifted on her heels, Screw this... she was ready to leave so she wanted to turn around to get the door, bringing her back to square one. She was getting frustrated now, more than ever. His hands would continue to brush her crotch and she had just realized that, seeing how her attempts to push his hand away had failed. I can make whatever demands I wish to. You have no right to do this to me. She said considering how the door was locked and her phone snatched away. Her hand moved instantly to hold his wrist, feeling his hand grab her hair and twist her head so that she was looking up at him. She let out a soft grunt laced with an unpleasant tone of voice, Screw you Cain. Just let me go and I won't tell father or anyone. She tried one last card she had on her side. She could feel his hand pawing at her crotch again, making her spread her legs involuntarily, I don't want to. This is insane. She said when he spoke about enjoying the pleasure and when he said he can roughly induct her, she shook her head no, You wouldn't dare. Look I don't want any of this. What you think about what I need, you can keep it to yourself. Just leave me the fuck along. Enough is enough Cain. She said as her free hand to rest on his torso, trying to push him, Let go off my hair. She said as she felt him tightly grip at it. When he gripped her sex tightly, she was on her tip toes, wiggling and struggling. This wasn't going to be easy for anyone but it would only make it way much harder for Emma. She felt there was still a chance he will let her go. Feeling so powerless in front of him, she realized how strong he was for the first time in many years.