I didn’t come.
I stood in the shower until the water ran cold, fingers clenched at my sides, cunt throbbing and empty while Reed’s rule echoed in my head. Every time my hand drifted lower I stopped. The videos were already on his phone. One text and my stepdad would see everything. I dried off, put on a long T-shirt and nothing else, and spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling with my thighs pressed together and the ache only getting worse.
Noon came too fast.
The knock was sharp. I opened the door exactly how he’d ordered—naked from the waist down, T-shirt barely covering my breasts, cunt already slick from hours of not touching it. Reed stepped inside, locked the door, and looked me over like he was checking his work.
“Good,” he said. “You listened. Turn around. Hands on t
