I had gotten identical anonymous letters today. They were cryptic, done in cut up newspaper print, saying something about fresh new Clarke acquisitions being redistributed. It might not be about her but I suspected it was.
And in case it was, I’ve already arranged double security for her and before I can pull the trigger to get that done, this happens.
I felt a pang of regret at the things I said to her, at the way I took her, but I’m split in two as I f*****g loved the rush of it at the same time. I especially loved it when the fight turned to submission.
She was beautiful, showing fear, fighting with me and then showing more fear, and then submitting to me and then coming so hard like that for me and then melting into me afterwards and letting me hold her and comfort her. It was what
