by Anna Fock
But she hasn’t swallowed the come. She leans over me and kisses me and lets it all drain into my mouth.
The she’s gone and it’s just me and Jake ... and Daniel.
He unlocks the handcuffs and says, “You did really well, Jennifer. Really well.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say, my voice almost hoarse.
He tosses Daniel the keys and says, “Take her back home. Take good care of her.”
And then he’s gone.
I sleep all the way home. I slide my underwear on so I don’t feel so naked and run into the house when we get there. Well, my legs are so rubbery I don’t know how well I run. Daniel and I do not speak. Once in the house I go straight to the shower. I plan on first letting myself soak in a bath for, I don’t know, maybe the rest of the night.
As I’m in the tub the door opens and Daniel is standing there.
He still doesn’t say anything. He takes his pants down and strokes his cock.
I don’t tell him to stop.
He comes closer to the bathtub. I’m not about to suck him off or anything. In fact, it will probably be a very long time before we do anything. I find it a little disturbing that what happened tonight has in some way aroused him but apparently it has. Of course, he’s done in like two minutes, his come splashing into the hot water as I stare at his face. His eyes are closed. He wipes the remaining come off with a piece of toilet paper and leaves the bathroom.
I lay my head back and close my eyes.
It’s been a long, rough night. And I’ve never been so satisfied...