**Doctor’s Orders**
Chapter 46
YARA'S POV
I woke up the next afternoon still open.
Not metaphorically. Literally. My cunt felt swollen and loose and stubbornly unwilling to go back to normal. Every time I shifted in bed I could feel the dull, stretched ache, the leftover wetness, the way my body still remembered the exact shape of two c***s forcing their way into the same hole. I pressed my thighs together and hissed. Even that small pressure made me throb. The sheets stuck to my skin in places. I could still smell the club on me—sweat, expensive perfume, s*x. My dress from the night before was in a ruined heap on the floor. I didn’t bother picking it up.
Lisa texted at 2:17 p.m.
**still walking like you got hit by a truck?**
**or can you close your legs yet?**
I sent her a midd
