I’ll fuck you. Sex Nerves after a long day, I think. “You’re mine now,” he growls again, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I drive ten minutes across town to my apartment and park the car under the car port. I can feel the heat building between my legs, the need for orgasm consuming me. Please stop!” I plead, struggling against my restraints. I’m still naked and vulnerable, restrained in the cold, sterile room. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I know that this is not what you are into. But eventually we realized it just wasn’t working. He shakes his head no, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. The sudden silence is jarring, and I feel a pang of frustration mixed with disappointment. I try to remember if there were any clues in the room that could help me decipher it. His gaze flicks down, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. It’s Nikki, my ex. My body is on edge. He returns a moment later, holding a black trash bag.
