LOGINI 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. FootI 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
I was making constant, and filthy sounds, the that were both loud, and broken moans and gasps and raw, all echoing off the walls.The orgasm built fast, explosive, unstoppable, apocalyptic. I'd been teetering on the edge forever, wound so tight it detonated instantly."I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum, oh my god, I'm coming, I'M FUCKING COMING!"It slammed into me like a nuclear blast, violent, and overwhelming, more intense than anything I'd ever felt, it ripped through every nerve, every cell in my body.My whole body seized, going rigid against the restraints, every muscle locking in brutal, convulsing spasms.The scream that tore from my throat was devastating, echoing loud and raw in the small room.The orgasm fucked with all my head—it was violent and endless, with cataclysmic waves crashing one after another, each one more intense than the last, tearing me apart and rebuilding me just to destroy me again.My p
The light filled the room like a lighted firework. It was harsh, blinding, and spearing into my swollen, tear-crusted eyes after the endless suffocating dark.He stepped inside, and slammed the door shut behind him with a thunderous thud that went straight through the floor and made my whole body tremble violently.The tiny space shrank to nothing, claustrophobic, intimate, unbearable. The air was so thick and heavy with the raw, choking stench of my peak desperation it burned my lungs: salt-sweat skin, bitter tears, the overwhelming, humiliating reek of my drenched, dripping pussy saturating every breath.He was still fully dressed, the shirt was plastered damp to his carved, the were sweat-slicked against his chest, he'f put on his dark jeans and zipped them so casually like he hadn't just fucked another woman full of his thick cum twenty feet away.While I was here, completely destroyed. Restrained on the couch like a bound sacrifice,







