Scarlett
I’m scrubbing the floors like usual this morning. It’s my job and usually, it’s not a big deal to wake up early and make the floors shine because while my body is a slave to Rhodes, my mind usually isn’t.
Usually.
Last night, when I was touching myself, I thought of Rhodes while doing it.
I hated every second of it.
Well, not every second.
The hate came after my orgasm. Why? Because Rhodes’ name slipped from my tongue as soon as my body began to convulse and tremble from how hard I came and the shame almost killed me. Because who in their right mind fantasizes about their captor?
I’m a freak for doing that and should clean my brain with bleach.
And yet... I can’t stop thinking about him, which is a problem. Not only does he own my body, but now he has infected my mind
