It’ll only piss him off, and he’s already seething.
“And I’m going to make sure you remember tomorrow, every time you look at him, who you’re doing this for.”
His thrusts come harder, faster, and my grip on the sofa tightens.
Robbie’s hands move to my hips and he forces me against the arm of the sofa, the motion pressing my dick into the cushions. It hurts, but it also feelsgood.
To be claimed like this. Owned like this…
I cry out as he growls his release, the familiar flood of warmth hitting me. And then comes the ache. The guilt.
The fucked up feelings. My cock throbs, needing to come, but I can’t.
This isn’t about me.
This is abouthim.
Robbie slips out of me with ease, and I feel everything all at once.
Tears stream down my face as it hits me hard.
“Good Boy,” he says, and I hear the familiar clink of his belt, the familiar zipping of his pants. I can’t move.
I stay perched in my position like a statue, the chill air kissing my skin as his cum drips down my seam, down my balls. I close my eyes as my shoulders tense.
Fucking hell.
I hear him moving, and then he tosses something at me. It hits me in the hip. I look down to see it’s my phone.
“Pick up when Missy is calling,” he says, and with that I hear the chain and the lock, followed a moment later by the slamming of the door.
I collapse on my couch and let the tears flow freely, knowing I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.
And there’s no way out.
Chapter Eleven
Sloane
The hot water sluices on my skin as I let it wash away the sins of the night.
Even after my guilty self-love session, I didn’t sleep as well as I’d hoped.
In fact, I woke up at three am with a fucking hard-on that required attention. I can’t remember the last time that happened, but it was better to take care of the problem rather than ignore it, and as such, I let myself wander down that familiar fantasy again.
Of my pet, ready for me on his knees. Ready to give me what I needed so desperately. So willingly…
And now as I wash my hair, my body, I can’t help that my thoughts wander there.
If I’m not careful, this is going to become a real problem. Up until yesterday, I hadn’t masturbated more than once a day if I was lucky to get some relaxation in, and now…
Now as my cock throbs in the damn shower, begging for attention, I can’t seem to focus on anything else but coming.
Regrettably, I wrap my hand around my cock and start to stroke, knowing it’s best to just work it out and be on my way. When I leave this house, I leave this—the desire, the ache, the loneliness, behind.
Today I meet with the lab to go over the prototype issues. Hopefully, I can get some answers as to why they keep failing. I also have several meetings over Zoom, not to mention Oliver and I need to go over the data for the gala, and we need to get a move on with that. We need a venue booked, and I need to get invitations sent to possible investors and donors. Not to mention, I need to respond to Global at some point. Though I’m not sure what to tell them, until I know better what’s causing the issue with the Phantom’s assimilation process…
I let out a groan of exhaustion when I reach my peak. Cum spurts, splashing against the black tile and my body loosens, relaxing. Though I don’t feel better.
