Chapter 4 He Wrapped My Legs Around His Elbows

• I discovered the bathroom was located right off the hall, all sleek black marble and chrome, cold and pristine as everything he owned. I cleaned myself off the best I could with shaky hands, wiping his cum from between my thighs and looking at myself in the mirror.
• Blushing cheeks, swollen lips, red finger marks starting to darken on my hips and the soft underbellies of my breasts. I looked used. Used thoroughly, and the worst thing was the deep throb between my thighs that was still wanting more.
• By the time I came back out, it was completely silent in the penthouse, except for the sound of the rain. I followed the low light into the master bedroom.