By the time afternoon hit, I was already leaking again.

Noah hadn’t let me put on clothes all day. Every time I tried to walk past him he would grab me, shove two fingers inside me to check how wet I still was, then lick them clean while staring at me. I was marked with faint bruises on my hips and thighs from how hard he’d held me that morning.

I was bent over the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth, when he walked in naked behind me. His cock was already hard, heavy and flushed. He didn’t say anything at first. He just pressed against my back, reached around, and...