“Good” he said coldly. “Because I’m not done making you suffer yet”
He pulled my dress back up. Covered my t**s. Tucked the strap back on my shoulder like nothing had happened.
I stood there.
Destroyed.
My n*****s were raw. My cunt was slick and swollen and ruined. My whole body was on fire and he was just standing there with a f*****g smirk.
“You’re not coming tonight until I say so” he whispered in my ear. “And when you do… you’re going to cry”
I moaned.
Shameless.
Fucking loud.
I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care.
He turned and walked away again.
“Get in the car” he said.
“What the f**k!”
“Don’t you f*****g do this to me Damon”
I stumbled after him. My thighs were stuck together. My whole cunt was throbbing. My dress was clinging to my body like a second skin. My n****
