I was still sore and leaking Zane’s cum from the kitchen when I decided to take a long, hot shower to wash away the evidence of what I had become. My body was covered in his marks, fingerprints on my hips, hickeys on my breasts, and my ass still burned from his brutal spanks. My pussy felt swollen and used, constantly reminding me who owned it now.

I stepped under the hot spray, letting the water cascade over my naked curves. My hand instinctively moved between my thighs, gently rubbing my sensitive clit as memories of Zane destroying me flooded my mind.

The bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Zane...