I suggested that he thought of another woman as I touched him, right? It was I who said it. So tell me, why on God’s green earth do I feel like shit?

Perhaps it hurts my womanly pride that I couldn't get him hard, but he gets hard from the thought of another woman.

I hated her already. Was she going to be my competition?

“Is that what you’re doing?” I asked. “Thinking of her? That’s what got you so hard?”

“Isn't that what you suggested, Belladonna?” he shot back, his voice strained.

I squeezed his dick and he moaned. I went weak in the knees, and I no longer...