Ava’s POV
Later in the evening, after sweating and working my ass off as a slave — well, I was nothing more than a slave. As he stated, my soul and body belonged to him.
“Just be my s*x slave obediently, and you’ll never feel the agony you did before,” he said, clutching my shoulder.
I could feel his heated breath on my neck as he inhaled and exhaled deeply into my neckline. He started smooching my neck and chiseling my ass in his hands until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Why should I give in to a monster like him? Why should he get to decide whether or not I should do something? He harassed and f****d me in front of his friends. He made me work all night, and now that I was about to lay my head down, he was back to f**k my anus again?
“Mr. Drake… Master, I’m drained. Can I at least get
