“Good morning dom” her voice came out soft She didn’t look at him or wait for him to answer her.
She stood slowly and walked naked to the mirror. The cold air kissed her skin as she stepped away from the heat of him, of the bed, of everything he was.
Her reflection stared back at her, f****d open, thighs bruised, her n*****s marked with bites and love and rage. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes were tired. And yet… there was something else.
A glint of something.
Then she saw it.
Her phone.
Her f*****g phone.
It was tucked between the folds of a throw on the chaise across the room, just where he must’ve slipped it. Hidden, half-covered, like he didn’t want her to find it but hadn’t had time to get rid of it either.
Her breath caught.
If she was fast—
If she was smart—
She could
