CALDER.

I barely slept.

His tie stayed knotted around my wrist all night. Every time I rolled over the silk brushed my skin and I remembered the exact pressure of his fingers inside me. I tried not to touch myself. I lasted until three in the morning. Then I slid my hand between my legs exactly like he ordered, the same hand that still carried the faint scent of him, and came with my face buried in the pillow so my roommate would not hear.

The next morning I followed the rest of the order.

No panties. Just the skirt and the soft brush of air against me with every...