I wrestled with constant thoughts of him, such as his mouth or hands touching me, my daydreams producing hot flushed cheeks at some inappropriate moments while at the Pussy Palace. Sometimes as I lay on a sun lounger in the orangery, with no privacy to bring myself to orgasm, I decided life was cruel to have given me that man – then taken him away. Being promised to him had given me a sense of entitlement. His ownership of me was empowering, knowing that someone would always want to fuck me, take care of me… hold me. I was a long way from the girl he met years before, but I was still vulnerable because I was so in love with my Dante. I didn’t think anyone else on earth had loved him as much or as intimately as I had. One evening, a few nights after Dante’s auspicious night-time visit, I sat propped up on my bed writing more about our time together. Birds cheeped outside, the roof windows were wide open, and with late spring warming the earth more every day, I only wore a thin white cotton dress, one of the provided garments I’d found in the closet.
What do You think about The Contract (Nightlong #1)?
