SIMON
“How many are you on?” Simon queried, barely batting an eyelid to Zoey’s gasps, groans, and cries even though they filled his office.
He knew she was on her fourth, but he just wanted to hear it from her.
“Simon,” Zoey gasped, her voice a pleading whisper as she raised her head from the bent position it was to look at him.
“How many times have you c*m, Zoey?” He repeated the question, ignoring her pleas because the man was a f*****g sadist, and he was enjoying this a little too much.
“Please, I….” Zoey begged, her hips bucking in the process as her head hung limply.
“You gotta tell it to me.”
“Three!” She cried out, and he shook his head, reading through his emails.
Zoey remained there, thrashing against anything, and everything, cussing at him, and trying to break free fr
