Beatrice frowned as Jonathon had refused to not only drink from her, but he was not getting up either. She continued stroking him before asking him, "Why are you resisting me? You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this."

　　"I’m not," Jonathon struggled to say as he pushed Beatrice’s wrist away from him. He was flushed with humiliation and embarrassment. Jonathon didn’t expect Beatrice to take advantage of him in this way.

　　"You must have a woman then. Who ...