The second the front door closed behind him I was on my bed with my laptop open and my hand already between my legs.

My ass was still on fire. Every shift against the sheets sent fresh sparks of pain through the swollen cheeks he had spanked raw. The skin felt tight and hot, marked. I could still feel the ghost of his palm. And lower—fuck—my cunt was a mess. Slick, swollen, still twitching from the orgasm he had licked out of me like it belonged to him. The taste of my own come was still in the air. The memory of his tongue dragging through my folds while he...