He stilled again, exercising extreme control that I couldn’t understand. I cried out, unable to stop myself from the loss of friction. This was the cruel type of punishment I expected from him. I expected him to want to torture me. To shove me face down against that counter and pound into me, for his own pleasure only. But he was entirely enraptured by my face. All of the cues he’d taken so far had been from looking at me or hearing my sounds. 