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I moved my hand gently over it, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the stinging I caused by doing so.

He’s been rough with me, maybe even careless and reckless, but I didn’t blame him for making me feel like this.

I pushed him, teased him to the point I made him do all those things to me, and it was all on my own damn self making him behave like a wild animal who was let loose to hunt down and kill its prey.

Still, him taking a step back and closing the door on me because I didn’t want to lose something I loved doing wasn’t right.

And if he thought I’d let him get away with that, he was wrong.

I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and walked back into my room to grab my phone.

I couldn’t be alone tonight, and Kennedy was the only one who’s understand what was going on.

Then again…there wasn’t anyone else I talked to about everything that was going on in my life.

After sending her a text asking to come over as soon as possible, I walked back to the bathroom and placed my phone next to the sink to take a shower.

I needed to wash everything he did to me off my body to be able to think straight, but as hard as I tried to get Riggs off my mind, it wasn’t possible.

My phone buzzed just as I was about to walk into my shower, and I grabbed it to check Kennedy’s message, telling me she’d be here as quickly as possible, having to sneak past her dad.

She would never sneak out if there wasn’t an emergency, and for some reason, she knew something was up.

I sent her a heart emoji and stepped into the shower to get all of his cum off my skin, then I washed my hair and body before letting the water run down my body.

My thoughts were all over the place, but mostly stuck on the fact that I would have to fight to get him back.

That wasn’t much of a problem, as I always got what I wanted, but as stubborn as Riggs was, there was only a slight chance I could reach my goal.

I wanted him back.

Wanted to be his while also living out my hobby of camming men and pleasuring them.

That’s who I was, and I wouldn’t let him take that away from me.

Not that easily.

Thirty minutes later, Kennedy had arrived with her pajamas underneath her coat, and we cuddled up on the couch with a blanket as I didn’t want her to sit on the bed I had let Riggs do dirty things to me.

Heck, even piss on me.

That was surprising, knowing there was seemingly nothing he didn’t shy away from.

“Was he here?” she asked, playing with my hair while I leaned against her side, letting her cuddle me.

It was usually me being the one making her feel better, for example when she had issues with her parents, but right now, it was me needing support and love.

I nodded. “He left and took my soul with him,” I muttered.

Kennedy let out a soft laugh. “Oh, boy. That bad?”

“I feel lost.”

“Why, that’s new. What happened? Did you argue?” she asked.

“No. We fucked. Well, he fucked me hard to the point I couldn’t move for two hours,” I frowned, turning my head to look at her.

“He knows about me webcamming.”

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