The next morning, I walked into Sinclair Tower feeling like a lamb heading to slaughter.
My body was still sore from the night before. Damien had f****d me three more times in his penthouse before finally letting me leave at 2 AM. My p***y was swollen and tender, and every step reminded me of how thoroughly he had used me.
I was wearing a tight grey dress that barely reached mid-thigh, with no bra and no panties, exactly as Damien had ordered via text this morning.
The very moment I stepped into his office and locked the door, Damien was already standing there waiting, his eyes dark with lust.
“On your knees. Now.”
I dropped instantly. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, heavy c**k.
“Suck it. Get it nice and wet for your holes.”
I moaned loudly as I took him into my mout
