He is fingering me, arousing me, but I can’t do anything. My body betrays me—my hips twitch, my breath stutters, and I am leaking even without my knowledge. Shame burns across my face as the wetness gathers between my thighs, but he only smirks, as if my helplessness is a joke for his amusement.

He takes my wetness in his hand and holds it up in front of my face.