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I knew I smelled like sex and desperately needed a shower, but I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My legs were numb from the buzz running through my body and my clit was too sensitive, even with only the sheet brushing against it.
If only it had been Dash between my legs and not Master Luke II. That would have been a thrill ride I would never forget. And I had the feeling that if I ever got my chance with Dash, no vibrator could ever take his place.
I wanted to stay awake to say goodbye to Dash. I didn’t know when I’d be seeing him again, and I wanted one last look at him before he left me. At least I still had his scent in bed with me. That would have to keep me company until he returned.
Despite struggling to keep my eyes open, I eventually lost the battle to stay awake until he left. I thought I felt the brush of his lips againstmy cheek for just a moment. But when I opened my eyes, the bathroom door was open and the room was empty.
“Finally,”Lee grumbled over a bowl of cereal as I walked down the stairs.
Okay, walking was a stretch. More like I was waddling. My pussy had been so abused this morning that I would be walking funny for days. Still, I didn’t regret a single second of it. I would finally be able to sleep at night, and hopefully when Dash returned, I would be able to act like a normal person instead of the lunatic I’d been recently.
“Shut up,” I grumbled as I walked over to the cabinet to grab my own bowl.
“You know, I never cared about hearing someone else have sex, but what I heard over the last few hours was enough to make my ears bleed.”
“That must have made you happy,” I answered.
“I’ll admit, bleeding ears would be a sign of something bad happening, which would fulfill the destiny I know I’m on the road to. But since I know you were having sex with yourself, it lacks the proper desperate feeling I was going for.”
I gave her a dirty look, pouring my own cereal.
“Do you at least feel better?”
I winced as I attempted to sit on the stool, but it was too high. I’d just stand. “A thousand times better.”
“You look like someone took a jackhammer to your vagina.”
“It sort of feels like it,” I admitted. “But, at least I can sleep next to him without wanting to grab him and have my way with his cock.”
“Can you really?” she questioned.
I could. “He’s going to be gone for at least a week, so I’ll find out soon enough.”
She nodded, shoving another spoonful in her mouth. “I think I’m done with Brock.”
“Why?” I asked, the news shocking me out of my own state of misery.
She shrugged, making a noncommittal sound. “He’s too happy. I don’t like it.”
“Yeah, it sucks when you’re with someone who wants to be with you.”
“Not like that,” she huffed. “I mean during sex. He enjoys it.”
“That’s sort of the point.”
“Right, but I’m whipping and gagging him. The least he could do is pretend like it’s hurting him.”
I didn’t understand her at all. “I thought the whole point of that was mutual enjoyment.”
“No, the point is for me to get my rage out. Sure, if he comes, it benefits him, but he’s getting a little too excited about it all. It’s making me feel…elated.”
“And that’s a bad thing,” I said slowly.
She sighed heavily, pushing her empty bowl away. “You wouldn’t understand. With your happy-go-lucky life, you can’t see the doom that’s headed our way. The only way to truly adapt to what’s coming is to prepare for the worst.”
I think I actually understood her. “So, by having sex that’s rough and domineering, you’re preparing your brain for the pleasure of…unpleasure.”
“Precisely. How can I achieve that with a man who will greedily take my lashings and then thank me with multiple orgasms?”
