Damien
There she was.
On the stairs.
Slow as f**k, heels clicking like she wanted every sound to slap me in the face. Silk hugging every curve of her body, legs showing under that slit like a f*****g tease, and red lips wet like she’d been sucking on something before she came down.
My c**k twitched just watching her. Three days locked in that room and she comes out looking like that? Not broken. Not weak. Dolled up like she’s the one pulling the strings.She made me wait three f*****g days for this.
Three days of silence, locked doors, her absence gnawing at the walls of my head. Three days where I told myself I wouldn’t care what she looked like when I opened that door, that I wouldn’t notice if she came out broken or still stubborn.
And then she came down those stairs.
Silk. Red li
