Content warning: this chapter contains dubious consent / borderline non-consent. The submissive protests right before penetration and is overruled
The ice in my whiskey glass clinked as I took a long, slow sip. The cool, smoky burn slid down my throat, adding to the pleasant buzz already humming through me.
I was seated on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. I was putting on a black suit jacket. It was unbuttoned and the only thing underneath was my bra.
The black bra pushed my brēasts up gently, and the black suit made it look even sharper. My trousers hugged my hips, the fabric cool against my skin, but underneath it my c**k was already hard, pressing against the zipper just from thinking about him.
I was holding a glass of cold whiskey in one hand, and I took a sip.
