Chapter 15 Good Girl

• Carefully, I sat upright. My movement changed the angle of the toy in such a way that its curve pressed hard into my already swollen clit. A soft groan was involuntarily forced out of me.
• I stood and made my way to the ensuite bathroom. My reflection in the mirror showed me how much this weekend of ours had affected me: bruised hips that must have come from those painful touches; soft bruises in the shape of his lips on the side of my neck; swollen lips and the unmistakable pink tint of somebody who had been thoroughly fucked and left filled with his cum and with the toy inserted at his orders.
• I didn’t take the vibrator off when I was showering.