Sitting back on his heels he tried to relax, if she had wanted him dead he would already be down on the floor. Again her hand reached out and it rested down on his head. Her fingers played softly with his now short hair.

The touch had something comforting about it, something that made him feel safe. He wanted to reach for her again but just as he was about to move, the hand left. He could hear her sit down on the edge of the bed

"What should I do with you now" it was clearly a rhetorical question and he just kept sitting there on his knees leaning back on his heels. It wasn't an uncomfortable position but still his knees were starting to ache.

"You look pathetic like this you know" her hand was back stroking the side of his face "what do women see in you?" He didn't know if he should answer or even how he should answer if she wanted that.

"Look at me" he knew not to ignore her now. He quickly looked up at her begging her not to strike again.

She was smiling at him, but it didn't help his nerves. It wasn't an understanding smile or forgiving smile but a calculating smile.

"You are at least smart enough to learn" again her hand moved towards him. He closed his eyes as she touched his face again. He was getting more nervous and confused by the minute. What was she planning. One thing he had learned after years of working with Annalise was not to underestimate her.

"Do like the haircut, suits the criminal you are" her hand cupped his chin and he felt her thumb run over his bottom lip. He quickly opened his eyes, his mind was starting to race to all sorts of thoughts as he felt a pulse run down his spine straight to his groin. What was happening?

Suddenly she stood up and walked around him. He was left staring at the dent in the sheets where she had been sitting a second ago. He noticed his breathing had become deeper and he was willing for once in his life for his dick not to respond

"Take that shirt off" the moment he heard the command he froze. Was she really asking him this? He was trying to find a way out but if he didn't want to hurt her again he was... a searing pain exploded on the back of his head. He blinked a few times and slowly reached for the hem of his shirt. He didn't want to think about this as he quickly pulled the shirt over his head.

"Good" was all she said. He was holding his shirt in his hands and slowly scrunched it up in his lap. Her hand was back on the back of his head, softly massaging where she had just hit him. Slowly her hand made his way down, down his neck to his back. Squeezing hard on his shirt he tried to calm down, his whole body wanted to run but he knew he couldn't

"Sit up straight" He now noticed how he had been slowly hunching over. He straightened his back and tried to breath normal. Her hand slowly moved up from between his shoulder blades to the top of his right shoulder. Her other hand joined on the other shoulder and her hands started rubbing there.

"Well, I can see some of the attraction" her hands kept rubbing his shoulders and he started to relax a bit again. Maybe she wasn't planning what he feared, just a sick way to make him fear her.

He felt her finger nails go up and down his spine and he couldn't stop the spark going down again

"Please, Annalise" he muttered softly

This time he saw the hand coming from the corner of his eye. The slap hurt and he bowed down his head again
"Don't talk unless I tell you"

He looked at his hands gripping his shirt, his knuckles were white from how hard he was squeezing. He saw her shoes come back to stand in front of him.

Again her hand was at his chin and he quickly lifted his head up. He was sure she could read his eyes like a book

"Stop mutilating your shirt, at some point you have to put it back on. Don't want Bonnie to start thinking things" she held out her hand and slowly he placed his shirt in her hand. She threw it towards a chair in the corner

"Stand up" his knees were stiff from kneeling the whole time but he didn't waste time getting up. He was taller then her but he felt so little standing there without his shirt.

She was staring at him, at his eyes. Looking for something but he wasn't sure what. She moved forward and reached out with her hand. He leaned back a little, scared of what she might do or what it would do to him.

She let out an annoyed huff. He had displeased her again, he could tell with how she tilted her head. He thought she would strike out again but she didn't, she slowly walked around him. He tried following her with his eyes without turning his head. The sense of dread filling him as she moved out of his vision.

He felt her hand softly touch his lower back then moving slowly to his side, and suddenly he could see her emerging on the other side of his vision. He was relieved as he could finally see her but her hand now on his stomach was making things move in his pants without his consent. She didn't do anything with her hand, it was just there on his abs, slowly burning his skin and sending all the wrong signals down.

"You have been working out I see" the compliment only enhanced the pulse going down and he could feel himself getting hard now. Why?

He saw her sit down on the bed to take of her pumps. He was left standing there, he was pretty sure a bulge was showing and he tried anything to will it down, but it just wouldn't listen. She was now at eye level with his crotch. When she looked up after carefully placing her pumps next to the bed he noticed her gaze going over him, stopping for a few second at his crotch and then looking him in the face. Finally his blood decided to go to another part in his body, sadly this time straight to his face.

She just smiled at him, making him feel like a twelve year old boy.