Dirty Ugly Toy

I just want to pause this moment forever.

Dumfounded, I follow her inside. Several other women I recognize from the scrapbook wave at me. What fucking sort of alternate reality have I stepped into?

My little baby is probably nothing more than a blip on a radar, but this baby is my blip. I’ll protect my little blip until I’m old and on my deathbed.

Christine with her sweet disposition looks like she’s a mafia mom or something.

With her, my mind and heart orgasm too. It’s euphoric and unexplainable. And it’s ruined me for any other woman.

It will always be her.

“If Mr. Kennedy gets pissed, I was coerced and threatened. Just to be clear. Oh, and you stole my credit card.”

Our relationship is evolving from a normal master and his toy situation. She’s becoming my solace. My friend. My lover. My confidant. My escape.

The thought is a sucker punch to the gut and I nearly laugh aloud. She’s not going fucking anywhere.

I don’t want to cum in her mouth—my cum is reserved for Bunny.

“Excuse the fuck out of me?” Brax’s voice is nothing but a violent hiss. His body ripples with fury beside me.