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.

time, he would stop halfway-he

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

form only made him want

in his stomach, heat radiating

longed for the days when their intimacy

had been brutal became gentle, as

ages to help her relax; if he rushed, he worried he'd hurt

to ease

caught in his grip; she wanted to bite him, to fight, but she

Thud, thud, thud-

sounded

her lips and snapped, annoyed, "Who is

bathroom burst—there's water

Timothy immediately got up.

room was

held

instant, his desire vanished. He

comforter and wrapped it

shot her a cold look,

clothes before heading out

hurried after him as they rushed toward the guest

voice was

do it right