"You're mine now," he growled, then dragged Naoko towards the bed.
As soon as he grabbed her throat, he felt a frisson of anticipation from her. It was like she was a rabbit that had just be captured in the jaws of a wolf, only the rabbit wanted to be eaten.
When he tossed her onto the bed, instead of spreading her legs eagerly like Samantha had, she started to crawl away from him on her back, while looking at him defiantly.
Her defiance was mostly an act. She wanted him to take her by force, and her eager anticipation of his success was clear by the moisture glistening along her hairless slit.
Instead of trying to physically manhandle her, he crashed through her body gate and commanded, "Lie on your back in the center of the bed. Put your feet behind your head."
"Oh, shit!" she blurted as her body obeyed him.
She practically jumped to the center of the bed, then grabbed her ankles and shoved them behind her head.
