I held her head back with my right hand in her hair. The heel of her foot came smashing down on my foot and I tightened my grip on her hair and arms, which caused her to gasp painfully and stop most of her struggling.
"That is enough! I don't want to hurt you, but so help me, if you bite or hit me again I will put you over my knee and spank the living daylights out of you!
The threat worked because she abruptly stopped struggling. I hadn't really been going to do that, but she didn't need to know that. We were both breathing hard from the struggle and I grappled with what to do. Did I release her? I might not have a face left or have the ability to father children if I did!
Curls of her hair had broken free from their elaborate containment on top of her head and draped over the sides of her face getting in her eyes. One of the stray curls lay down alongside her nose, and she tossed her head as much as she could in order to move it away. She was so breathtakingly beautiful!
I released my tight grip of her hair and combed the offending strays over to the side of her face. I lost myself in the stormy depths of her sea blue eyes. The radiating lines of her facial scars stood out in sharp white relief against the flushed red of her face, as she stared back at me.
Her lips were full from the passion and struggle of the moment and my head was descending towards them without any conscious thought of my own. Her expressive eyes flashed concern but she didn't move away.
I had always wondered why people kissed and now I knew why. I wanted to do it again and again. The feel of her soft lips against mine was intoxicatingly amazing. The feel of her soft body pressed up against mine was even more intoxicating. I could do this for forever.
That thought died though when I opened my eyes. Tears were leaking out the sides of her eyes and down her cheeks. I took my face away from hers and she quickly looked down at my chest. She had the look of one who had suffered a bitter defeat and was now helpless against what came next, which wasn't what I wanted at all to see from her!
I remembered the feeling I saw expressed in her body language well enough. The feeling of having no control over one's own fate was the lot of a slave. Bile rose in my throat, as I writhed inwardly in self disgust.