I was bent over the kitchen table before the coffee finished.
The champagne dress was still on. I had not slept so much as lain there, full, buzzing, afraid to take the toy out and more afraid of how badly I didn’t want to. Dawn came gray through the window. I walked down barefoot because heels would have announced me. Panties soaked through and clinging. Thighs still shiny. I put my hands on the wood the way he had told me to and waited, cunt clenching on plastic and what both of them had left.
Graham came in first. Shirt open at the throat. No surprise. He set a mug down out of reach and stood behind me, one palm on the small of my back, pressing until my chest met the table.
“Still a choice,” he said. “Stop, and you go upstairs and shower before she wakes. Don’t, and I finish what th
