Sadist woke to a pounding head. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them again. The light was like a sharp sword stabbing into his brain. His tongue felt fuzzy and it took him a moment to realize he wasn’t on the couch at the clubhouse.
It took him another moment to figure out this was Beth’s house and he was on her couch. In flashes, like scenes in a strobe light the night came back to him. The text. The whiskey. Double D. The look on Beth’s face as she’d held Double D by the hair as his c**k had stood waving in the cool evening air. A chill went up his spine.
A groan escaped his throat as he knew he was in deep s**t and he’d have to face the music.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.” Beth’s voice made him cringe as much from the throbbing it sent through his head. “Here, this will help.”
