I'm Sorry, Darling

I wasn't some inexperienced young lady. In fact, my experience could put most women my age to shame. However, Yoseph's bold yet subtle actions unexpectedly struck a nerve of excitement within me.

What if it was me instead of an ab roller under him? To have him do me hard in that position…

I couldn't help but fantasize. My lonely body became more and more out of control, itchy and numb as if ants were crawling over it. The scene of Miranda being done in all the ways Yoseph wanted in the video reappeared in my mind.

"You should continue with your practice. I-I'm going back to my room."

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore because of the taboo and shameful excitement. I rushed back to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed.

After I eagerly took off my nightgown, I took out "something" from the deep of the bedside table as I opened my legs. I then pressed the switch in Yoseph's direction in the living room and imagined that he was grabbing my hair and spanking me hard.

Until I ran out of energy and lost consciousness, I was still thinking that I might never get rid of this feeling again.

My body seemed to be born to be forced by a man. No skills needed. Just pure power to conquer!

…

The next day, I was woken up by a call from Gordon.

At that time, I was so sleepy that I couldn't even open my eyes. My knees ached, as if I had been kneeling for a whole day, and my waist was also sore. I only said a few words before I hung up the phone.

It wasn't until the afternoon when I woke up that I remembered Gordon had mentioned over the phone that he would be working overtime again today and wouldn't be coming home tonight.

I struggled to get out of bed, intending to check if Yoseph was home and whether I should cook for him.

But to my surprise, when I turned the doorknob to his room, I found that he hadn't locked the door. What was more, faint sounds of heavy breathing came from inside. I couldn't resist crouching by the door to take a peek.

Yoseph was sitting upright at his desk, fully engrossed in what was on his computer screen as his arm moved up and down. An indecent video was playing on the screen.

In the video, a naked, slender woman was kneeling on the bed, her plump buttocks sticking up high, revealing her smooth and fair skin.

As the man held the woman's thin waist with both hands, I could see his muscular and glistening belly. He thrust forward with infinite power like a bull.

Even though the woman was out of breath, she was still pinned under the man who repeated the rough actions without mercy.

I bit my lip lightly.

Although I had a feeling this was what Yoseph was watching, I was still so excited that I blushed when I saw this scene.

My breath only grew labored at the sight of the piece of lavender cloth in Yoseph's hand—it was the thong I just lost a few days ago!

Yoseph stole my thong!

I was hot all over, and I was so excited that I felt dizzy.

But before I could sort out my thoughts, the man grabbed the woman on the computer screen by the hair. He then pushed two fingers into her mouth and stirred.

As she was forced to raise her head, revealing the tip of her chin, she stuck out her tongue to lick the fingers in front of her. She looked confused as her saliva slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth to her chest.

"This drug seems effective. Do you feel good?"

"Yes!" the woman uttered in a trance.

The voices of the two people sounded familiar to me. That was when I saw the face of the man in the video.