Hazel pov
I woke up slowly and immediately winced. My n*****s were sore, my c**t was still sensitive and swollen, and my thighs ached like I’d been running for hours.
I ran my fingers through my messy hair and stared at the ceiling, blushing hard. Last night kept replaying in my head - the ropes digging into my wrists, the clamps on my n*****s, Alan’s hand around my throat while he f****d me so deep I saw stars. I pressed my thighs together and felt how wet I already was again.
“What the hell is it you're doing to me, you bastard?” I groaned after pressing one hand to my mouth. I didn't know what he did but I really couldn't get him out of my head no matter what happened.
I got out of bed and headed for the shower. The hot water hit my skin and I leaned against the tiled wall, eyes cl
