ROMAN
Her scent was intoxicating. My head was spinning merely being that close to her. Worse, my c**k was hardening rather quickly. I should've left a long time ago, but I wanted to see my punishment through.
I didn't realize what this strange heat in my body meant until she said it.
I'd never experienced a rut in my twenty-nine years of existence. How could it happen now?
"Come on, get up. Let me help you," she said, and I shook my head, my movements sluggish. I felt like I was drunk and hungover at the same time. Was it supposed to feel like this? I wondered.
"Two hours, flower. It isn't two hours yet," I said hoarsely, and she smiled, shaking her head.
"You have been pardoned. Now, get up, big guy," she sounded breathless.
I wasn't sure if she meant it or not, and that had me wor
