Chapter 38: The Humiliation (R-18)
"Huff... huff..." I rolled off her, my chest heaving as I flopped onto my side, one arm over my eyes to block out the dim light. My breath came in short, ragged bursts, my body still buzzing from the orgasm, sweat soaking my skin, my dick softening against my thigh. The bed creaked as I shifted, the sheets a tangled, wet mess beneath me.
"Ahh, fuck... now that’s what we call good sex... aheheh..." Sara giggled, her voice light and smug as she turned her face toward me, her dark hair spilling across the pillow.
She propped herself up on one elbow, her naked body glowing faintly in the low light—boobs bare, stockings still clinging to her thighs, her ass curved just right against the mattress. She smirked, her eyes glinting like she’d won some game I didn’t even know I was playing.
I didn’t say shit—just kept catching my breath, my arm still covered over my face, my mind spinning out of control. *What the fuck is happening?* I had no clue what she’d pull next, and that gnawed at me hard. Fucking strangers was one thing—part of the gig, no strings, no mess. But now I’d fucked Aeri’s best friend—*Sara*, of all people. If Aeri found out, I was done. Over. My character, my life with her—gone. She’d feel betrayed, gutted, and I could already hear the shit she’d say, the hurt in her voice cutting deeper than anything. *Sighhhh...* I was screwed, and the weight of it sank into my gut like a stone.
"What are you thinking?" Sara asked, her voice cutting through the haze as she sat up, the bed shifting under her. Her boobs swayed slightly, her skin still flushed pink, her smirk fading into something curious as she watched me.
"Nothing," I muttered, sitting up slow, my back cracking as I reached for a box of tissue from the side table. I wiped my face hard, scrubbing off the sweat and her juices, the paper crumpling in my hand as I tried to shake the fog in my head.
"Oh, good—then say cheese," she said, her tone flipping back to playful, sharp. I glanced up from the tissue, and—*click*—her phone flashed, snapping a pic of me naked, sprawled on the bed, my dick out, my face caught mid-wipe. She grinned wide in the frame, a selfie with her boobs bare, throwing a peace sign like this was some fun little memory to keep.
"What the fuck was that for now, huh!?" I snapped, my voice spiking, irritation flaring hot as I chucked the tissue aside, my hands clenching into fists. I leaned forward, glaring at her, my pulse kicking up again.
"To keep you in leash, as my lap dog," she said, her smirk curling tighter, her eyes narrowing with that wicked smile as she lowered the phone, resting it on her thigh.