Lyla

“Tell me something.”

My eyes slowly opened, although my body felt like it had been run over by a truck and simultaneously on cloud nine. I could still feel the vibration patterns from the vibrator Rashid had used on me. The phantom touches of it still tingling deep inside me. I wanted to crush my thighs together at the memory.

His hand rested on my head, gently stroking back my hair from my face. After we’d ...