Sadistic
She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and hummed her favorite song.
That same night, Tiodor returned. Frowning, he walked over to the mattress. When the young woman realized he was there, she sighed and approached him. Without saying a word, she unbuttoned his pants. Lison let himself be carried away by his impulses. She began her maneuver, his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back, only to bring it forward again. Libia looked up, her eyes meeting Tiodor’s. This man was wicked. It was wrong, but it felt so good.