29: A secret

SCARLETT

I was fully dressed for work by 6am, mostly because I hadn't slept a blink after Alex’s punishment in the middle of the night.

From 3am, when I returned to my room with sore thighs and a throbbing core, I’d been overwhelmed with a thousand emotions that were tearing my guts apart. Most notable among those emotions were shame and insatiable desire.

There was no denying how exhilarating and immensely pleasurable Alex’s torture was, in fact, I dare say it’s the best way a man has ever touched me. And those orgasms that turned my brain to mush? I’d never experienced that with anyone. Never.

So of course, a part of me craved more of it, despite knowing how awfully wrong and shameful it was. I stayed up fighting off that insane desire for a man that berated me so harshly, but to no avail.

Now, it was a few minutes after 8am, and the object of my sleepless night had just waltzed out of the house fully suited and looking like a literal snack—a forbidden one, the sweetest kind.

After