Chapter Forty-Three:
Rudd stepped through the kitchen door and at the sight of him, Cloey began to shake uncontrollably. The thought of been r***d again, tortured and r***d, was more than she could bear. And he was primed and geared– his p***s already out, sticking past the zipper of his jeans.
Rudd moved to the side of her bed. “Oh Cloey. So lucky to find you alone at home. I have something of yours. I guess you must have dropped it, so anyway, I came across it and wanted to return it. I’m sure you’ve missed it.”
Cloey’s eyes bulged. He pulled her vibrator from the back pocket of his jeans and waved it in her face. “Playtime, Cloey.” And he moved to the end of the bed by the window and pulled the curtains across.
No...
It had been months since she last thought of the vibrator, which
