Chapter 3
The wait dragged on, feeling like forever as I stayed posed on all fours, the leash holding me in place against the wall, his hand occasionally stroking through my hair or slapping my ass lightly, the stings keeping me wet and on edge, my p***y dripping slowly onto the carpet below.
My mind was racing—two strangers coming over, on camera, with him directing everything—this is insane, I should stop it, but the thought of being used like that, exposed and shared, it’s making me ache so much I can barely think straight.
When the doorbell finally rang about twenty minutes later, my pulse spiked hard, nerves twisting tight in my stomach alongside the arousal, making my hands tremble slightly.
He left me there, tied and waiting, to go answer the door, and I could hear their voices
