He kissed her pouty, stubborn lips until they curved up with the same satisfying feeling he got when she was on her knees for him. He could always get sweet, little Tabitha to do just about anything if he pushed hard enough. Truth be told he liked to push her hard. Test the limits of just how far she would go for his approval, which of course was hard won. The flip side was dark and erratic when she displeased him. The bruises still fresh purple and blue; she was putty in his neurotic hands. His for the taking. He knew he would have to play this next week with skill and forethought. No losing control this time. This time he wanted to play. Take his time and drag it out. See how far he could take the game before she would finally succumb to the pressure and break whilst he watched every nanosecond with the cold, flat eyes of his father. Watch the gleam of life freeze and vanish in a heartbeat like it never existed.
Submitted April 23, 2017 at 07:11PM by JessDaMess8787 http://ift.tt/2pTbWbU
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