I couldn’t stop shaking. Even after Zane left my room last night, my body refused to calm down. My pussy was still swollen and throbbing, leaking slowly onto my thighs as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his cruel grey eyes and felt his thick fingers stretching me open while he called me a filthy slut.

I came two more times that night just from the memory. The next morning, I tried to avoid him like the plague. I woke up early, got dressed in my most modest outfit, a loose sweater and long skirt and rushed downstairs hoping to...