LOGINHe stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. Then he locked it. I was sitting on my bed, waiting with my heart racing.
He looked at me and took his time just looking. I was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top with no bra. It was simple and accessible. My hair was down and my face was clean, so I felt pretty.Neither of us spoke at first because the tension was thick. It felt different from the other nights since this was the last one, the end."Stand up," he said. His voice was calm and controlled.I obeyed immediately and stood up.He approached me, walking toward me slowly and deliberately. He stopped right in front of me, close enough to touch, but he did not touch me yet. He just looked down at me."Tonight is the last night.""I know.""After tonight, things change."I nodded. "You said that.""Tonight, you're going back to the glass room." My stomach dropped at those words.He carried me from the glass room to my bedroom.I was still shaking, with my face buried in his neck and clinging to him tightly.My body was already gone and I felt completely boneless. It was a crazy struggle trying to hold myself up at all.He nudged the door open with his shoulder and carried me straight through to my bathroom.He set me down gently on the closed toilet lid.I was still crying softly and trembling, and I could not just stop.My shorts and tank top were completely soaked and destroyed, and my hair was tangled, with my face was filled with tears. I felt completely wrecked.He knelt in front of me, bringing us to eye level with mine, and his hands resting on my knees."Look at me."I lifted up my eyes. They were red and swollen from all the crying."I'm going to take care of you. Okay?"I nodded because I could not speak, and my throat felt too tight.
The tip of his cock was rounding her hole, then he pushed inside her with one smooth thrust and buried himself completely in her. She cried out loud and jerked her body forward immediately."Oh fuck! Yes!" Her head fell back as her body arched completely.I saw it all.I watched his cock disappear inside her pussy. All of it. Every inch until he was fully deep inside her.His hands gripped her thighs and held her open, and her face showed everything, all the pure ecstasy, pleasure, and satisfaction.Then he started moving. In and out.He pulled out and pushed back in as he set his rhythm. It was slow at first. Slow and deep and deliberate.Each thrust made her gasp and moan. She was breathing heavily, "Yes. God, yes. Fuck me."Watching him fuck her was too much for me. The view was too much, the sounds were too much, every single thing was too fucking much. All the nights of buildup
I had a perfect view of everything through the glass.Jax and the lady were standing in the middle of the playroom, with the old toys lined up on the shelves behind them. There was a small table nearby, and a dated rug covered the floor under their feet.She looked around the room with a curious and playful expression, and her lips curved into a smile."So what did you want to show me?" she asked as she stepped closer to him."You."He pulled her close right away, with his hands on her waist as he drew her body against his.She smiled even wider and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Me?""I want to see you. All of you."Then he brought his lips closer to her, and then kissed her.The kiss was deep and possessive.His mouth came down hard on hers, and their tongues were immediately visible, wet and moving together.She melted into the kiss completely, and her body were pressed tightly
He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. Then he locked it. I was sitting on my bed, waiting with my heart racing.He looked at me and took his time just looking. I was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top with no bra. It was simple and accessible. My hair was down and my face was clean, so I felt pretty.Neither of us spoke at first because the tension was thick. It felt different from the other nights since this was the last one, the end."Stand up," he said. His voice was calm and controlled.I obeyed immediately and stood up.He approached me, walking toward me slowly and deliberately. He stopped right in front of me, close enough to touch, but he did not touch me yet. He just looked down at me."Tonight is the last night.""I know.""After tonight, things change."I nodded. "You said that.""Tonight, you're going back to the glass room." My stomach dropped at those words.
I had been sitting on my bed ever since the last memory flash hit me. I could not focus on anything at all. I could not work, and I could not relax. I was just waiting.I checked the time on my phone. It was just past 4. There were still hours until he would be home. Time was moving so slowly, and each minute felt like ten. I felt restless, anxious, and full of anticipation.I tried to distract myself, and tried scrolling through my phone. Then I opened Instagram, but nothing held my attention. I tried to read a book, but I could not just focus on anything there. I just laid my back on the bed and stared at the fucking ceiling.All I could think about was tonight.I was still humming with need. All day I had been getting more and more wound up. The memories, the anticipation, and the ache between my legs were constant. I wanted to touch myself and relieve some of the pressure, but I did not. I waited and saved it, because I knew it would be better
I came downstairs and found that the house was quiet. Dad's most probably at work, and my mom was out, either at a charity meeting or at work also. I was alone in the house, which was good because I needed the quiet after that memory and had surfaced during the call with Nina.I decided to make actual food instead of just grabbing snacks. I prepared a real meal, a salad with grilled chicken. I took my time with it, chopping the vegetables carefully, cooking everything properly, and plating it nicely.I sat down at the kitchen table with my plate in front of me, a glass of water beside it, and my phone nearby. The sunlight was streaming through the windows, making everything feel peaceful and warm.I took a bite and realized it was good. I was actually really hungry, even though I ate in the morning.There were no distractions, just me with my thoughts in the quiet house. That was when it hit me, harder than the previous flashes, because there was







