91

Nerthus

I went straight to bed as soon as I got home.

I didn’t remove my make-up.

I didn’t even change.

God, it’s a wonder that I slipped out of my shoes as I walked through the door.

As soon as I found myself cuddled into my blankets, I felt like crying.

And after a few seconds, I was out like a light.

I know that I want to go back to work for him, not only because I really want to work for him, and he pays me well. But also, because I can’t see myself seducing other men if I have the chance of not having to do it.

The only problem is that I don’t know what to do with the feelings that I have for this man.

And I certainly won’t be able to take another hit like the one he had me go through before Thanksgiving.

I stretch myself in my bed as I sit up and flinch as the soreness between my legs sends a painful yet pleasurable feeling up my body.

Moaning lowly, I drag myself out of bed and into the kitchen to make breakfast.

I halt as I reach my open kitchen and living room, my heart skipp