MY DADDYS OBSESSION
I changed into an old T-shirt, ignored the toy under the bathroom sink for as long as I could, then finally gave in.
I locked the bathroom door even though no one was home, sat on the closed lid of the toilet, and pushed the toy inside myself with a shaky breath. I was soaked. The first few thrusts pulled a soft, frustrated sound out of me. I closed my eyes and tried not to picture any of them, but it was useless.
William’s quiet stare.
Charles’s polite, filthy words.
Henry’s blunt voice telling me he already knew how wet I was.
I came harder than I had in months, biting my lip to stay quiet, thighs trembling around the toy. When it was over I sat there breathing hard, still aching, and star