CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

“A real, drenched and tight pussy, wrapped around my cock.”

I didn’t really care how she looked, as long as I managed to make her scream. If she annoyed me either visually or verbally, I could just use the gag and the blindfold, or maybe even the mask. That made it easier to pretend it was someone else. Someone in particular. Someone who I spent most of my days trying to forget.

Yes, BDSM was a savior. As long as I was the one in charge of the ropes, of course.

“Gray? Wanna hang out for a beer?”

I heard him chuckle at the other end of the line, and I glared at my phone.

“You finally crawled out of hibernation?”

“What’s so funny?” I grumbled.

“Nothing. Just that I’d never thought you’d last a whole week without mounting someone.”

“It’s actually been longer than that.”

Then I frowned when didn’t remember exactly when I had sex. I only remembered the kiss.

“Since sometimes before the wedding,” I mumbled, and Gray hummed knowingly.

“You know, I’m actually impressed. She has a good grip on