I smile and exhale a breath and fantasise about the impending potential moment
He quickly rises to his feet and wraps his arm around my throat instead. He squeezes tightly. I gasp and grip his forearm, feeling the long muscle. My scrabbling gets more frantic as my head starts to feel full and empty of blood. Im scratching at his arm with my nails but my attempts to escape are getting weaker. My shoulders drop and my eyes close.
He lets me go. I gasp hard and feel frightened by the outburst of violence. I clutch at my neck.
He potters around like he's done nothing and then gets into bed next to me.
"Come here. I want to feel your soft arse against my lap". I quiver and spoon in to him. "You are mine. My property. I own your body. It's mine". I whimper as he rocks me. "My good girl. Go to sleep, now". I do as I'm told.