CHAPTER SEVEN
Elena stayed on top of me on the couch for a long minute, her naked body warm and heavy, her lips brushing mine while Dad’s c*m still glistened on her inner thigh.
My p***y was still twitching from the orgasm she had ripped out of me with the Rose. I could barely breathe.
Shame and need twisted so tight inside my chest I wanted to scream and beg at the same time.
She finally stood up, took my hand, and pulled me to my feet.
“Upstairs, sweet girl. Now. Mommy’s not done playing with you yet.”
I followed her like I was in a trance. My legs were still shaky. My tank top was soaked with sweat.
When we reached her and Dad’s bedroom she pushed me onto the big bed and climbed over me.
She grabbed the silk belt from her robe that was lying on the floor and wrapped it arou
