They left late that night.

Not because they were finished—because even they needed sleep. Harlan was the last one out the door. He looked back at me still lying naked on the rug, cum drying on my skin, and said quietly, “We’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t bother with clothes.”

Then the door closed and the lock clicked from the outside. They had a master key. Of course they did.

I didn’t move for a long time. My body ached in deep, thorough ways. Every time I shifted, fresh cum leaked out of me onto the rug. Eventually I dragged myself to the shower and stood under the hot water until...