Chapter 3: She Tied Me Up on Her Desk and Made Me Her Helpless Office Toy

The days between appointments drag like torture. I go through the motions with my soon-to-be-ex-husband’s lawyers, the court filings, the endless stress of wondering if I’ll have anything left after the divorce. But every night I touch myself thinking about Victoria — her voice, her hands, the way she looked at me like I already belonged to her. I’m straight. Or at least I was. Now I’m aching for a woman who holds my entire future in her perfectly manicured hands.

When the next appointment comes I’m soaked before I even reach her building....