The next morning, he was full of praises for her. How sexy she was, how erotic, how creative. How she had made him wild. How no one had ever put so much effort into teasing him with photos like she had. That he owed her a special treat.
She wanted it right away, him, right away, even if she didn’t cum again, just to feel his cock inside her. Anywhere inside her. But there was no time. No time for anything more than a passionate kiss and a deep regret at his leaving mixed with an incredible exhaustion from having been up too late, drinking too much, and getting fucked hard enough that she was sore.
He told her to take the day off, from him he meant, and try to relax at work. Relaxation was an order. He fucking ordered her. Like she was his slave. His servant. To take a nap after work. In the nude.