Elena POV
The next two days blurred into one long, filthy fever dream.
Julian didn’t ask anymore. He decided. When I ate. Where I sat. Whether I was allowed to touch myself.
The first morning after he fingered me in the laundry room he found me in the kitchen and simply said, “Hands on the counter. Don’t move.”
I obeyed.
He stood behind me, pulled my sleep shorts down, and ate my p***y from behind until my legs shook. Only then did he let me turn around.
He kissed the taste of me into my mouth and told me, “That’s how you start every day now. Understand?”
I understood.
By the second afternoon he had his leather belt looped around my wrists. He bent me over the dining table, arms stretched in front of me, and dropped to his knees. His mouth was relentless.
Tongue flat, slow, th
