Her Prisoner (by Susan Strict)
There was panic in his eyes, but she did not see it. She was concentrating on the physical sensations going through her. He tried to shout. No sound reached her, although she could certainly feel the movements of his mouth underneath her. Her muscles twitched ad clamped tighter in response.
It could not have really been for very long that she sat there. For him it seemed like forever. With no air supply at all he was on the point of losing consciousness when she finally lifted herself from him with a moan and a gasp, and sat back onto his chest.
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