ALL YOURS, DADDY
“How long were you watching, Madison?”
“Long enough.” I couldn’t lie. Not with the evidence right there.
Marcus reached down and opened the laptop again. The video was still going. The woman was bent over now, ass up, and he was pounding into her from behind. The sounds were obscene. Wet slaps. Her desperate moans.
He looked at the screen, then back at me. “You like what you see?”
I should have said no. Should have run. Instead I nodded, shame and lust twisting together in my belly.