Chapter 52

Zachary didn't even deign to look at her, taking the key with one hand and surrounding my waist with the other. Your fingers subtly dug my skin, and only this reminder of what your fingers provided to my body was like a stimulating spark.

“ Later. I'm busy with my bunny now," he said, turning me to pass in front of a gaping Tracey.

BDSM wasn't just a word for me at that time. The control given to someone filled me with a growing need. Zachary Malik, or rather, Mr. Malik, had left me in a constant state of excitement, and in an unbearable stubbornness to admit that my body has always been looking for that feeling. Your fingers, lips, and body pressed against my skin. Impotence while my wrists were stuck on top of my head. The fear and curiosity to disobey, waiting for a punishment.

These thoughts were like gavinhas that curled up in each of my nerve endings, focusing on the tangle of nerves between my legs.

From what it seemed, the party was still just at the beginni