Of course, Mark denied the request. “Don’t even think about it. My face is not your torture device. I will not look like a sissy.”
The more he protested, the more Arianne wanted to do it. She pulled out a facial mask and forced him down on the bed. “Don’t move. It’ll be over soon. You’ll love it. Your face will be all soft and fragrant by the time I’m done. Isn’t that wonderful? Come on, let’s try.”
Mark vehemently objected. He twisted his head around. “No!”
He began to give up when he noticed droplets of water from the facial mask on his body. He was now too afraid to make any more big movements. “Take it away. I don’t need it!”
Realizing that his struggling had lessened, Arianne swiftly pasted the facial mask on his face. “See, isn’t it better to listen to me? You just had to struggle, didn’t you?”
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