Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy suddenly stood up, grabbed Jessica around the waist, and hauled her over his shoulder. Ignoring her struggles, he strode straight into the bedroom.

He tossed her onto the bed with little care.

Without hesitation, Timothy loosened his tie, climbed over her, and used the tie to bind her wrists together.

Jessica kicked out wildly, but he pinned her legs down with his own, holding her in place until the knot was secure.

Timothy was seething, his movements harsh. The tie, stiff and unyielding, bit painfully into Jessica's wrists.

He leaned down, gripping her chin with cold fingers. "You think making a fool of me is fun, is that it?"

Yet he was the one trampling her dignity, her feelings...

With her hands tied, Jessica had no way to fight back.

Timothy grabbed the collar of her blouse and yanked hard.

The buttons popped off, exposing her bare skin and the pale bra beneath.

A wave of shame crashed over her.

She tried to kick him again, but Timothy pressed her legs down firmly, refusing to budge.

He'd held back for so long, the tension almost unbearable.

stop halfway-he

tore her stockings, his hands rough and impatient. Jessica's eyes went wide with fear and humiliation, tears springing to the

trembling form only made

fire burned low in his stomach, heat radiating through

for the days when their intimacy was effortless and

his movements shifted-what had been brutal became gentle, as if he

it took him ages to help her relax; if he

leaned down, kissed her lips softly, trying to ease her tension,

wanted to bite him, to

Thud, thud, thud-

knock sounded from

and snapped, annoyed, "Who is

pipe in the guest bathroom

Timothy immediately got up.

was right

held his prized

He untied the knot around Jessica's

instantly grabbed the comforter and wrapped it

shot her a cold look, then

clothes before

as they

voice

I'll do