Zoey
I’ve been sitting at this desk making phone calls all morning, however since our interlude this morning my thoughts have been clouded. I cannot stop thinking about his hands inside of my panties, I can still feel his fingers rubbing against my sensitive nub and it’s causing small sparks to erupt every few minutes. I get up and rush to the bathroom, splash water onto my face and try my damndest to fix myself. I feel a tingle from the bruise on my thigh, locking myself in a stall I sit down on the seat and assess the damages. The bruise is BAD, black and blue with hues of purple and red, it seems to be getting bigger. If he’s that angry or possessive maybe I should run for the hills, I am married. But I love the way he wants me, he needs me, he doesn’t want anyone else to have me and t
