His Obsession
When he finally pulled out and added his load to the mess on my stomach, I lay there in the middle of the square, legs spread, cum leaking from every hole, body marked and owned under the city lights.
Vesper crouched beside me, stroking my cum-soaked hair.
“You’re famous now, baby. The clip is already going viral in the right circles. Tomorrow we take you further. A full weekend locked in the warehouse. Free use by anyone we invite. Twenty men. Thirty. No breaks. And after that… we start sharing you with other cities.”
I looked up at her, ruined and floating, the fresh ink and brand throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
Part of me was terrified.