I didn't even have time to react before Alicia shoved me hard by the chest. I hit the mattress with a heavy thud. Before I could even prop myself up on my elbows, Althea was on top of me. She scrambled up my body and straddled my chest, pinning my wrists to the bed with the bruising, unrelenting strength of a trained knight.
"Stay down, Arthur," Althea breathed. Her face was still bright red from embarrassment, but her eyes burned with a desperate, perverted hunger that completely betrayed her.
Alicia stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes flashing with a commanding, dominant light. She slowly reached around to the back of her dress, unzipping it. "You think you can just talk your way out of it with a few sweet promises? No. You need to be reminded exactly who you belong to."
The dress pooled at her feet, revealing her pale, flawless skin and a skimpy set of white lace lingerie that did absolutely nothing to hide how hard her nipples were piercing through the fabric.
