Jade didn’t come for pleasure anymore.
She came for pain. For punishment. For the brutal silence of a man who didn’t lie with sweet words or pretend there was anything soft about what they were.
This time, she didn’t walk in looking for the hood of the car or the edge of the bench. She didn’t ask for his hands or beg for his c**k with shaky thighs and wide eyes.
She walked in wearing a loose shirt and nothing else.
And she dropped to her knees the moment the door shut behind her.
The concrete floor was cold. Rough. Stained with years of oil, ash, and motor fluids. She placed her palms down and pressed her cheek to it, her bare ass arched in the air behind her.
She stayed there. Waiting.
She didn’t call his name. Didn’t demand his attention.
She offered herself like garbage left out
