◆◆◆ Chapter 15 ◆◆◆
~ Kris Hunter ~
Hurt.
Why did it hurt so much?
I’d read every clause. Every line. Every footnote in that fifteen-page contract—printed in crisp black ink on thick paper that felt too formal for what it demanded. I’d signed my name knowing exactly what I was agreeing to: eight hours of obedience three nights a week. Kneeling until my knees bruised on velvet. Waiting in silence while cameras watched. Being used—mouth, cunt, ass, whatever he craved—recorded from every angle, replaced if I broke a rule or if he simply grew bored. I’d signed up for it.
So why did seeing another woman touch me—undress me, call me “Kitten,” pinch my n****e until it throbbed—feel like a knife twisting in my chest?
Because I’d been stupid.
I’d thought… I’d hoped… there was something differ
