I lasted until the numbers on my phone looked like a dare.
12:08. I lay on top of the sheets with my dress around my waist and two fingers in my p***y, f*****g myself on the memory of his head slipping in at the table and stopping. I came too fast. It did not help.
12:41. I washed my hands, went back to the bed, opened the door wider. The hall stayed empty. I put a pillow between my thighs and rubbed until I was wet enough to hear it. I whispered Daddy into the dark like he could feel it through the walls. Nothing.
1:09. I cried, angry, stupid, empty. My ass was still sore from the morning. My cunt was swollen and untouched except for my own fingers and the smear he had wiped across it like a joke. I thought about walking downstairs and sleeping on the couch so I would not have to look
