Control, Emma!

“Her boyfriends hurt you?” His question catches me off guard, his voice nearer yet again, despite my moving away. His fingers move into my hair near my ear, flexing into my scalp, making me lean into his touch; I close my eyes. I’ve no defenses when he touches me. So much pleasure from such a simple motion disperses my rage and hostility. His other hand slides over my shoulder and down my arm a little, his breath on the back of my neck between my shoulder blades ...