Freya POV
“Do you mean what you just said?” Steve asked again.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs still trembling from what had just happened. I blinked and prayed he wouldn't ask again. But the truth was, I knew I meant it. I wanted Mark to see this. I wanted him to see me being worshiped by a man who didn't look at me with disgust. But saying it out loud to Steve was something I couldn't bring myself to do. I would never normally accept that dark side of myself.
Steve's gaze remained fixed on me. Somehow, I think he knew I meant it.
And seriously, Mark had never even touched me like this. He never sucked my p***y or made me feel like I was worth anything. One time, I killed my shame and asked him why he wouldn't do it. His response still burned in my head: “How could you ask for t
