*THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY AND IS HEAVY ON RAPE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RAPE, PAIN OR SEXUAL VIOLENCE.*
“It’s been a Month.” A shiver runs up my spine at his voice. His lips are beside my ear, his hands on my arms.
“I know.” I whisper back, the carpeted floor cushioning my feet as I stand in his office.
“Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about me.” I feel him press his erection against my butt as he rubs my arms. I stare at the closed blinds.
“I haven’t.” Lie. Total lie. Since that night in the dungeon, I’ve thought about Jordan at least daily. I’ve imagined his hands on me, his fingers on my skin, his body moving with mine. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had to the memory he left me and the promise of more.
“You have.” His lips brush my neck in a fleeting kiss and I shudder. I try to step forward but he tightens his grip on my arms in warning.
“Why did you call me here Jordan?” I ask him, my voice coming out steady.