CASSY
The shower doesn't wash away the feeling of her hands on me.
I scrub my skin until it's red, let the water run scalding hot, but I can still feel her fingers inside me, her lips on mine, her voice commanding me to thank her for breaking me apart.
And I did thank her. The part that terrifies me most, is that I meant everything.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I had only a towel on, there's an outfit laid out on her bed. Where she just made me c*m so hard I forgot my own name.
The outfit makes my stomach drop. It's a dress, if you can call it that.
A black, skintight dress, the neckline plunges almost to the navel, held together by a single silver chain. The back is completely open. The hem barely covers my ass. There are no sleeves, just thin straps that look like they might s
