wondering why I don’t have his number. I could text him… I could sext him. Heat lights between my thighs, and I curse my lack of forethought. Pulling out my tablet, I search for The Goblet of Fire movie on a streaming app. He was so adorable worrying about my nightmares immediately after dominating me, fucking my face, then pushing me away. I’m definitely sick, because I kind of loved him for it. Could it be possible we might have something once I’ve found my revenge? Could we build on the foundation we’ve laid here? Maybe he could see past the lies I’ve had to tell, the double-life I’ve had
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