Odessa's POV
Everything started to come back together, but not as a clear picture—more like a jumble of feelings. First off, there was this sharp pain in my jaw and the gross, wet feeling of the gag stuffed in my mouth. The second was the deep, throbbing emptiness between my legs, a hollowed-out feeling where he had been, a raw and shameful reminder.
The third was the cold, sticky trail of his release on my inner thigh.
And the fourth was his voice, a dark, satisfied murmur close to my ear. "I'll take the gag off," he said, sounding both promising and a bit dangerous at the same time.
"But only if you promise to be a good girl."
Good girl. What a joke that was. There wasn’t anything good left in me. I felt like a mess, tied up and displayed on the rumpled sheets of my stepson's bed. I
