Sadistic
She cleared her throat, then walked to the bed and lay down, closing her eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, hoping time would pass faster that way.
The next day, Lison still didn’t appear. Libia began to feel trapped, more by her uncontrollable desires than by those four walls.
Night fell, and as usual, she went to take a bath. When she came out, she noticed someone lying on the bed. It was him.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered without further explanation.
She obeyed without hesitation; she had been longing for this.
“I see someone missed me.”
Libia said nothing, overwhelmed by excitement, as she approached him and unbuttoned his pants.