I closed my eyes, pulling my hand out from between my legs. My fingers were coated in my silken desire, long strings of it running between them and along my knuckles. I felt like I was falling from a great height, my stomach plummeting to Earth as my pulse rushed in my ears. I couldn’t look at him.

“Were you touching yourself… in my office?” he asked.

I nodded, still refusing to open my eyes. “Y-yes.”

I heard him pick up my phone. Oh, shit. “You were sexting your boyfriend while you were supposed to be working?”

“You haven’t even told me what to do—”

“Yes or no?” my stepfather...