Sabrina felt her consciousness beginning to fray at the edges. The sheer visual dominance of him, combined with the hypnotic, rhythmic movement of his cock, began to pull her under.
Her eyes followed the dark, pulsing length of him with a desperate, singular focus. The world outside the bathroom, the campus, her books, and her reputation began to dissolve into a hazy, indistinct blur.
All that was real was the sound of his voice, the scent of his skin, and the mesmerizing, terrifying movement of the flesh that now dictated her entire existence.
She felt herself slipping into a trance, a state of total, mindless submission where her only purpose was to react to his commands, to accommodate his size, and to exist as the vessel for his pleasure. The heavy, erotic fog muffled the fear, making surrender feel as inevitable as the tide.
Mike didn't give her a moment to settle into her trance. As soon as he saw the glazed, defeated look in her eyes, his predatory instincts surged.
