The next three days passed in a blur of fucking and lying.

Cane took me whenever he wanted. On the kitchen counter again. Bent over the bathroom sink. On my hands and knees in the hallway because he couldn’t wait long enough to reach a bed. He fucked me slow and deep in the middle of the night when I was half-asleep, whispering filthy things against my ear while he filled me again. He made me keep his cum inside me for hours. He made me answer my husband’s calls while his fingers were buried in my pussy, forcing me to stay calm and sweet on the phone while I...