Jake

The whimper that left my throat was nothing short of sexual. The rebellious part of me that had brought us to this point had tucked tail and left town. I loved when he called me his. Maybe I was starved, maybe deep down I was an attention-seeking whore but I needed confirmation sometimes. I loved it when he praised me and I needed to hear it. It soothed something inside of me I didn’t know needed it.

“No one can take that away from you. No one can take you away from me. We have ...