I stayed on the dresser for a long time after he left, my skin still tingling, my sore clit throbbing from the intensity.

Finally, I swung my legs down and stumbled toward the bed. Falling asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the sun cutting through the curtains. I stepped out of the room to go get a drink. The house was too quiet. No staff seemed to be around. I leaned against the marble countertop, a glass of water shaking in my hand.

Brayden sat on the couch, shirt ...