Kapitel 128: | Not Thinking About Tomorrow

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

There was another knock on the door and I grunted, "Come in." I swallowed the last of my bourbon and then turned to face the door.

Vanessa walked in, Anna following with her eyes downcast. She was still wearing the dress I had chosen for her the other day. It was the only dress she wanted to wear — the dress and shirt she wore the night when… fuck, I couldn't think about it. Not about how I had so easily ripped an orgasm from her ruined body.

"Leave us," I ordered Vanessa, and I noticed the scowl she sent my way. She hated when I ordered her around. Unfortunately for her, I had a role to play.

When the door shut, I saw Anna's shoulders jerk slightly.

"Are you afraid?"

She looked up at me. Rule number one. "No, sir."

"Do not lie to me, Anna." I leaned back against my desk. "Are you afraid?"

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "I don't know, sir."