SIGRID

I felt like I could sense so many things inside him—madness, obsession, lust, confusion, even fear and doubt.

“Squat down, rest on my thighs,” he said, tugging my panties down to my thighs where they bunched up.

I didn’t understand, but I obeyed.

Immediately, I felt way too exposed—it was like I was about to pee.

In this dark corner, in the middle of the night, clutching the wall while biting down on my dress, half-naked, my breasts out, legs spread, and my ass sticking out.

My pussy opened from the position, my back arched, my ass pressed against Silas’s hot, hard length. At least I knew he was just as turned on.

“Mmmm,” I started to say something.

I tried to straighten up, but he gripped my hips firmly, pulling me down onto his thighs. He was squatting too.

He kept me in that humiliating position.

“You’ll come faster like this. You’ll like it. Don’t close your legs.” That magnetic voice whispered in my ear again.

I nodded, trembling all over, my back pressed against the hard