WALKING UP TO HIS HOUSE was even more difficult than the last time. My legs felt weak and shaky until I was naked and collapsing onto his bed, and when he walked in I thought my skin was on fire. “Sir...” “There she is,” he crooned. “My gorgeous little fucktoy. How badly do you need me, kitten?” “So bad I’m already dripping. Want you to use me, baby. Use me and bruise me.”
