Don't Stop Daddy, Please!
"I need you, Emma. Today's shooting really drove me crazy, and only you can calm me down."
Zane turned to face Emma, the look in his eyes flashing with selfish desire. His hands began to grope Emma’s waist, pulling her closer until there was no gap between them. "Come on, help me just a little bit. Use your hands, or your mouth... whatever. I can't take it anymore."
Emma closed her eyes for a moment, suppressing the nausea rising to her throat. This was a drama she had played repeatedly, yet tonight, it felt more exhausting than usual. She opened her eyes, staring at Zane with a manufactured, listless gaze full of forced sadness.