by Melissa
Part 18. The price
of pleasure.
As I walked back
to the maid's quarters, I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. It had been
wrong, so wrong, but there was something about the way Sabrina had taken
control that had stirred something deep within me. I tried to shake it off, to
focus on finding a way out of this situation, but the memory clung to me like a
sticky web. I felt a strange heat pooling in my stomach, and my cheeks burned
with a mix of anger and something else - something I didn't dare to name.
In the quiet
solitude of my room, I couldn't escape the feeling that had taken root. The way
Sabrina had touched me, the way she had made me submit, it was as if she had
unlocked a part of me that I had never known existed. I tried to tell myself
that it was just the stress, the fear, that was making me feel this way, but
deep down, I knew it was more. There was a thrill in the submission, a dark
allure that whispered to me, promising an escape from the harsh reality of my
predicament.
I lay on my narrow
bed, my body feeling both heavy and restless. My mind replayed the scene in the
lobby over and over again. Each time, the kiss grew more intense, more
demanding. I felt the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, and the
way she had claimed me as her own. It was a strange mix of anger and arousal
that surged through me, leaving me feeling both violated and... excited. I
buried my face in my pillow, trying to muffle the soft moan that escaped my
lips. My hand, seemingly of its own accord, began to drift down my body. My
skin felt feverish and sensitive, the fabric of my maid's uniform too rough
against my skin. I slipped my hand under the fabric of my panties, my heart
racing as I touched myself. It was as if I was trying to erase the memory of
Sabrina's fingers on me, to claim back some semblance of control. My fingertips
brushed against my clit, and I gasped. It was swollen and sensitive, and I
realized that I was wet, soaking wet, from the encounter.
I couldn't believe it. I hated the way Sabrina made me feel, the way she made me crave something that I didn't even understand. But as my fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, I couldn't deny the response my body was having. It was as if she had flipped a switch inside me, one that I didn't even know existed. The anger and fear and humiliation all coalesced into something... else. Something that made me feel alive. My breath grew ragged as I touched myself, my imagination conjuring up images of Sabrina standing over me, watching me with that smug smile on her face. But instead of the fear and anger, there was a new emotion there - one of submission, of letting go. And it was terrifying. I didn't want to want this, didn't want to be the kind of person who found pleasure in being used and degraded. But as my orgasm grew closer, I couldn't help but embrace it. It was a release, a way to take back some of the power that she had stolen from me.
