"I am not drugging myself for you. I am not taking some sort of sleeping pills when I know you're capable of anything."
I try to get up, but he pushes me back down. "You like it, Kay. You like it when you're helpless and when I can do anything I want. And I know what goes on in that pretty head of yours. You're Kayla King, how could you possibly ask for anyone to take control over you when you're the baddest and the strongest. You think there's no other way to enjoy what you like but by being forced." He wet his lower lip with his tongue. "That makes you wet. Fuck, baby, it makes you melt like a puddle at my feet."
My heart accelerates, my cheeks flushing, but mainly, relief floods me. I have never been understood in this way.
"That's what I'm capable of doing, little sunflower. Forcing you. That's why we fit so well sexually."
He opens the pack and pinches the two pills between his thumb and forefinger before putting the empty plastic in his pocket.
