Chapter Twenty-Two: Attention

"Three days?"

I ask with a frown to the man sitting upright and groggy while his cum drips down my legs.

I am in his shirt. The only thing the butler prepared was Christopher’s clothes, so I took them as my own. I didn’t expect the black shirt on my body to emphasise the shade of his handprints on me.

My breasts have purple blotches, my nipples ache and they have teeth marks; my sex is sensitive and dark pink, while my thighs have his handprints, not to mention the marks on my wrist.

"Are you...is it a medical condition?"

I ask; when I try to cross my hands on my chest, I wince and drop them to my side.

Shit…it feels like I have an electric current running through my body through my nipples.

Unfortunately, all he does is yawn at my question as if asking, 'Do you have to be this noisy in the morning.'

"Christopher!"

I call when his expression persists.

"It happens sometimes."

He answers.

Sometimes? Why does now have to be one of those ‘sometimes’?

"What the hell..."

I bite my lip and s