He stepped closer so that he was directly in front of her and towered over her.
He looked down horny girls for school into her now enraged face.
"You are my pet. My property," he pronounced, slowly enunciating all the consonants.
"I own you." He took her other wrist in his hand and held both behind her back now, putting her a bit off balance as he leaned horny girls for school into her.
"Therefore, you have no secrets. And no privacy. I own whats in that purse as much as I own whats in this robe," he said, his voice steady and low and passionless.
He reached into her robe and horny girls for school squeezed her breast, watching as lust for him leaped up in her eyes, momentarily hiding the anger.
She swallowed and nodded mutely.
Part of her thought he was only doing this to reinforce in her mind how permanent her situation was now that shed left her husband; that it was a lesson he was teaching her that would soon be over.
That part thought it was a temporary measure, that this man she loved would not really expect her to live like a child, dependent on him for everything, even the ID to cash a cheque.
He watched her expression and when the initial anger had faded, he released her wrists.
She rubbed her chafed wrists and looked up into his face, unable to return his smile.
He nodded and sat back down to finish going through her meager possessions, making two piles now, of things she could keep and things he would take for safe keeping.
She poured him the coffee and started mechanically making breakfast for them both, cracking the eggs into a bowl and whisking in cinnamon and nutmeg and a dash of orange juice as she made French toast.