He called her Baby. His eyes were on her and her alone, she was his. She was his mo̱ró. • "Tsk, tsk, tsk, my sweet sweet fráoula. You are going to find out just how quickly you can catch these hands when they land on your sweet ass." His lips were pressed firmly against her neck as his hands trailed her down her waist to her panty encased cheeks. "Y-you can't...," she cried against his shoulder, her nails digging into his suits lapels, "mmhmmmm..." His fingers hooked along the edge of her lace panties as he pressed a kiss just below her ear, "Baby, you have been a very naughty little girl and you need to be punished." • mature content violence adult language 18+ rape/drugs/abuse • trigger warnings •