Chapter Four
“Any bruising?”
“Not that I could see. They were sore.”
“That’s to be expected. And you have light brown n*****s. I think those tend to be tougher than pink or red.” Jennie let out a long breath. “Mine are so sensitive. I think that’s why it was easier to give in to my needs and just let Grant nurse on me all the time. I was afraid of the pain.” She made a little noise of pleasure.
Robin shifted on the couch. Nate was already in bed. She had checked on him an hour ago and he was already snoring. This was the busy time of year for him, and he was getting to work hours earlier than normal, and getting home late, sometimes after dinner. Out of boredom she had called Jennie.
“I hate to admit it, but I think I liked the pain,” Robin found herself saying before she realized it.
