Chapter 240. An Eager Sob

I’ll never do this again, I repeated over and over to myself like a mantra.

Why the hell had I been curious about this, when one look at those frosty eyes and stiff arrogant neck should have told me that Oliva could be a real mean bitch.

“Are you cursing me out?” She called from behind me now, and I inhaled.

“No mistress.”

“Am I being mean?”

“No mistress.”

“Did you deserve timeout?” She asked, and I heard the familiar sound of the vibrator I used on her last night, start-up, as the sun made its first appearance, the light creeping slowly across the glass walls and casting golden rays like glitter into the room. 

I felt so exposed standing like this, vulnerable, but in a good way.

It felt good to be physically incapable of thinking about any other thing besides how much I wanted to fuck her right now, how wet she must be. 

With my back turned to her and my eyes on the wall, my ears worked to overcompensate, and I could hear the