Days dragged on, weeks took forever and months felt like an eternity in the security booth, but almost every night I'd replay that conversation in my mind—the way Leah's voice dripped with mischief as she teased Troy about the pillory room.
“Well, if you want to shackle my neck and hands, rendering me immobile and leaving my ass exposed, who would it really be for?”
That day, her words ignited something primal in me, and ever since then, I've imagined that scene a hundred different ways, wondering what that pillory room session would look like, and each time I would jerk off to the fantasy, picturing myself as the officer, her body bent and begging. It happened more times than I cared to admit.
But now, their one-year anniversary had arrived, I'd seen their names on today's list, and a
