When she’d put my necklace on me that morning it had floored me, made the reason for my mood swings and my needs so clear to me, and it hadn’t even done much good to wear it.
I was tired, yeah, hadn’t had a lot of sleep in the past few nights but I was craving confirmation and release. Confirmation that she was really mine and fear that she really wasn’t.
And s****l release. I was f*****g exhausted but had all this unused bottled-up s****l energy. Last night didn’t help, either, when Ben Goldberg, the real estate developer I’d met with to talk about a new club here in Vegas, lined up some of his girls for us.
I could’ve taken that redhead in the red leather dress wearing the bondage collar and grabbed the collar and f****d her up against the wall roughly but I didn’t want her. I’d st
