Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
Not when, after she hung up, she’d go right back to being Rob’s plaything.
Pulling on the slutty outfit Rob insisted she wear, she smoothed her hands over the fabric. Tight. Short. Cheap. The kind of thing that screamed fuck me. She re-applied her heavy makeup—smoky eyes, nude lips—masking the shame beneath layers of whore paint.
Rob emerged from the bathroom, running his hand through his damp hair. His gaze swept over her slowly, a predator eyeing his prey. “Fuck, you look good. Ready for some fun, babe?”