MasukI was sitting at my desk with my laptop open and my headphones on. I was editing an Instagram Reel for to post on my Instagram, and putting together behind-the-scenes clips from my recent photoshoot, along with shots of the fabric swatches, me adjusting the lighting, and close-ups of the jewelry pieces.
I kept having to rewind and rewatch the same sections because my mind wouldn't stop wandering. My phone was lying face-down on the desk beside me, and I hadn't been able to go look back at his text again, but the word kept replaying in my head since morning: "See you tonight 😈".I had heard him come home about an hour earlier. His car pulling into the driveway, the front door opening and closing, and then when he was in the sitting, but when his footsteps headed upstairs and then to his room, everything had gone quiet. Part of me wondered if maybe he wouldn't come at all, if the text had just been a way to mess with my head, or if he'd simply stay in his room for tI was sitting at my desk with my laptop open and my headphones on. I was editing an Instagram Reel for to post on my Instagram, and putting together behind-the-scenes clips from my recent photoshoot, along with shots of the fabric swatches, me adjusting the lighting, and close-ups of the jewelry pieces.I kept having to rewind and rewatch the same sections because my mind wouldn't stop wandering. My phone was lying face-down on the desk beside me, and I hadn't been able to go look back at his text again, but the word kept replaying in my head since morning: "See you tonight 😈".I had heard him come home about an hour earlier. His car pulling into the driveway, the front door opening and closing, and then when he was in the sitting, but when his footsteps headed upstairs and then to his room, everything had gone quiet. Part of me wondered if maybe he wouldn't come at all, if the text had just been a way to mess with my head, or if he'd simply stay in his room for t
I closed my bedroom door behind me, and leaned against it.That was surreal. All of it. The way he was there. The manner in which he paid all attention. His legs leaning against mine. The whisper "You look beautiful." Mom's comment about us, "You and Jax seem closer lately."Fuck.I caught myself in the mirror again. I was still very much pretty. Still perfectly put-together. But something felt off now. The clarity from earlier was wavering slightly. A small knot of anxiety reforming in my stomach.No. I'm fine. Everything's fine. He was sweet. He was gentle. "You matter to me." He said it like he really meant it. The whole punishment nonsense is over. It has to be.I just need to breathe. I need to stay present. I need to be normal. Very normal.I grabbed my phone, needed something that'll help to distract myself from overthinking.I unlocked my phone and went to Instagram.My instagram feed's filled without fr
I stood in front of my full-length mirror.The transformation was complete. My hair was shiny and smooth, I was looking very healthy. My face was glowing from the skincare, and my eyes were bright from the makeup. I bodied the cute outfit showed my figure, not hiding in some baggy shit.I looked pretty. I looked alive. I felt like myself again.For the first time in weeks, I felt good. Not anxious. Not obsessed. Not hollow. I was clear-headed, and present, and human. The constant dread that's been sitting on my chest, lighter.I remembered what I looked like yesterday, the day before, all last week. I was always looking like ghost. Like I was haunted. Like I was dying. Now is different. This was better.This was because of him. Because he asked me to take care of myself. Because he said I matter.Maybe it really is over. Maybe the punishment worked itself out. Maybe we can figure out whatever this is between us. Maybe I can breathe again.I checked myself one more time. Adjusted the s
I couldn't breathe. My heart stopped. I was staring at Mom through the glass. Waiting for the scream, the shock, the horror.Jax's hand still on my hip, holding me still. Water still running, steam, complete exposure. This is it. We're caught. It's over.Mom's face was visible through the clear glass. She was looking in our direction. Eyes sweeping across the bathroom area. Expression casual, unhurried, normal.Her eyes passed over the shower. But they didn't stop. Didn't focus. Didn't register.Then the sound. She heard the water. The shower running clearly now. Her expression changed slightly, realization."Oh!" Her voice, muffled through glass but audible.She turned away immediately. Didn't look back at the bathroom. Started walking toward the door."Sorry sweetie! Didn't realize you were showering!"Her voice was bright, apologetic, and normal."I'll come back later!"The door closed. Foot
We were both under the rainfall shower. Water cascading over us. Steam thick. The enclosed glass space feeling impossibly small with both of us in it.I pressed myself against the far tile wall, trying to make myself small. Heart racing, breathing shallow. Waiting for him to grab me, push me down, hurt me, use me.My body was tense, braced for cruelty. But also, shamefully, responding. Nipples hardening under the water, pussy clenching in anticipation and fear.He stood directly under the water stream. Let it run over his head, shoulders, chest. Eyes closed for a moment, face tilted up.He looked almost... peaceful?His cock was still semi-hard, but not aggressive. Just there.I waited for him to make a move. Seconds ticked by. He just stood there, water running over him. Not looking at me. Not touching me. Just existing in the same space.What is this? What's happening? The not-knowing was worse than anything.
I pushed through my door and it closed behind me with a soft click, but I still sounded way too loud in my head.I made it three steps before my legs quit. I just dropped onto my bed face-first, I didn't even try to undress, or try to do anything, I didn't even think.My brain was filled of white noise. It was void. I couldn't form a single coherent thought that wasn't replaying what just happened.His cock sinking into her. The wet sounds. Her screams. His cum dripping out of her used pussy in thick white ropes. His fingers inside me. My body convulsing. The orgasm that tore me apart."This was just night one."I buried my face in my pillow, tried to shut it all out. But I just couldn't.My pussy was sore, swollen, and throbbing with a dull ache that wouldn't stop. Thighs were sticky with dried slick that cooled on my skin, nasty and shameful. Everything hurt, muscles, bones, fucking soul.I tried closing my eyes. Tried forcing sleep. My body was exhausted, hollowed out, but wired at







