I woke up with my hand already between my legs.

My fingers were sticky from last night, and my pussy felt swollen and sensitive like it had been used even though it hadn’t. The headphones were still tangled around my neck. I must’ve passed out listening to him again. The last thing I remembered was his voice telling me to keep two fingers inside myself and not come until he said so. I’d failed. I always failed when he got that low and rough.

Sunlight was already cutting through the cheap blinds. My phone said 7:42 a.m. Theo was supposed to show up at nine. I had time, but my...