The Punishment
Heather
With a firm order from Marcus not to call him or Louise, but to concentrate on my studies, I reluctantly climbed into a taxi well past dawn Monday morning. I stared out from the back seat, focused on nothing. At first I was pissed that Marcus didn’t offer to drive me himself but if he did, and, like, if any of my friends had seen us, well, I just didn’t feel like explaining what the hell I was doing with an older man in an expensive car. But sitting there in the taxi, zombied out with the crazy week all still shouting in my head, I already missed the discipline, the bondage, and the weirdo pain that were new friends of mine, along with numbing orgasms.
Snap! Is this what kinky s*x was like? Why wasn’t everybody doing it? Giving yourself over, totally over, and tru
