Was Just Pleasure

Was she in hell? Perhaps for all the sins she committed in the world? Her whole body was fucking sore, her head pounding like she was hit with a hockey stick. Bree’s eyes slowly fluttered open, flinching at the light. Her hands touched the other side of the bed expecting to touch the hard body of the man who owned her body the previous night only to touch the cold surface of the bed.

She suddenly stood up, eyes on everywhere in the room hoping to find him but he was nowhere in sight. Her eyes fell on her naked self. Last night, he’d taken her like it was his last. Their bodies had fit in perfectly and she thought they might die together. Running her hands through the purplish bruise on her breasts and neck, she smiled, the memories of the previous night washing over her like a wave.

Once, twice, thrice, Spencer had taken her, whispering sweet nothings into her ears, promising her the world. Finally, they were fine. They would finally return to couples that they were years ago before