Jay had chalked these up to the heat of passion, the spirit of their ‘enslavement’ game – which Jen was just about to prove again was no goddamn game. Combined with this clearly incriminatory note though… But then even worries about being an accessory to sororicide were shoved aside – once Jay grasped the implications of that opening line.
All he’d meant to do was pull the sheet away so he could free his feet. Then he could take an enormous piss and flush that terrifying note in the process. What the slave exposed instead hit him with the devastating impact of an orbit-crossing emotional asteroid.
His abused balls were grossly swollen yes, badly discolored and sporting crescent-shaped puncture scabs everywhere that Jen’s nails had dug so punitively into him. Like his entire torso and par
