The Night He Owned Me
When I held it out to the side, swinging it back and forth, he issued a series of guttural sounds.
When I dropped it, glancing over my shoulder, I was positive the man was ready to devour me. He switched up the music for a third time, his fingers moving at light speed, the darkness the bass keys presented stilling in every way. Yet he never blinked, never looked at the keys, only me as I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, slowly easing it to the floor.
Fully naked, I flexed my fingers open, rubbing them roughly down from my neck to my chest, cupping and squeezing my breasts.
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