Page 428 of S is for SEX

Entirely.

I was his.

He owned me…

“Get up, Baby Girl, we need to go,” he said as he zipped his pants.

I stood up, and as I did, my knees burned. I looked down, and they were bloody.

“Baby Girl, your knees. Damn,” he said, pointing at my knees.

“They’re fine, let’s go,” I said acting like it was no big deal. They burned when I stood. I could feel the blood trickling down my shin.

“Let’s go back to your house and clean those up,” he said.

“Okay.”

In the elevator, going up to my loft, I looked down at my knees. They looked awful. I laughed, thinking of what people would think. The part of them that was scraped and bleeding was about the size of a baseball, or my entire knee cap. There were lines scratched into the skin from the concrete. I laughed as I looked at them.

“It’s not funny, they look like shit,” Erik said, shaking his head.

“It felt good to feel you cum in my mouth. It was worth it,” I said, and I meant it when I said it.

“You sure are a good girl,” he said as he leaned over and kissed me.

The elevator beeped and we got off, turned, and walked to my loft.

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