Chapter Fourteen
I returned to my bedroom as fast as I possibly could and lay on my bed for some time, my anger turning into fierce resolve. Soon the darkness of the room surrounded me with a blanket of calm, and my emotions finally settled.
As the warm cushion of the bed enveloped me in its sensual texture, and the pain of my backside reminded me of the scene I’d just created (Oh yes! I knew that I’d created this, even though I didn’t want to admit how closely the scenario resembled my inner fantasies), I found myself aroused. My body was so filled with sensation, it begged for some release, but I didn’t even try to masturbate. The hurt I’d suffered was still strong enough to overrule thoughts of pleasure. He was f*****g with my fantasies – interjecting his own, and I couldn’t stand th
