Vivienne

He turns me to face the mirror, my cheeks are flushed, my hands are pressed against the marble counter, and he has one arm firmly placed around my waist causing my dress to rise up even more.

He pushes me so I'm bent over completely at his mercy. His mouth parts as his hands desperately run all over me. Heat floods between my thighs when I look our reflection.

"Where's that smart mouth now pretty girl?"