Elena woke to the dull ache between her thighs and the phantom press of Damian’s cock still lingering inside her. The sheets smelled of sex and rain. Her bra and blouse lay discarded on the floor where he had left them. She sat up slowly, the soft weight of her boobs shifting as she moved, nipples still faintly marked from his mouth. The city outside was gray and quiet in the early morning light. Richard’s side of the bed was empty, of course. He wouldn’t be back for three more days.She should have scrubbed the evidence from her skin. Instead she pressed two fingers between her legs and felt how swollen and tender her pussy still was. A soft, involuntary sound left her throat. She had never been fucked like that—never claimed so thoroughly that the memory of it throbbed with every step.Her phone lit up on the nightstand.*Damian:** I’m coming over at noon. Leave the door unlocked. Wear the black bra and nothing else.

Heat flooded her cheeks and her cunt at the same time. She typed back nothing. She simply rose, showered, and did exactly as he ordered.