Silver Creek yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death

she feels something--disappointment?--as he stops his touching. funny, how the knot in her stomach could be either interpreted as fear or arousal. maybe both come together, in tandem. she has felt it before, thinking about the promise of her body and the mystery of others' flesh. but it has not been so strong until this moment, and it lingers even when their brief contact ceases.

addison odolf, sir, she responds dutifully, bending her head further. welcome to our group. i hope that everything has been to your satisfaction thus far. like a hotel concierge, or a fucking waitress. no mind of her own (or so they thought) just an empty head and a hole for a cock. some days, she took great pleasure in being an object, an ornament; other times, she loathed it.

but wouldn't he touch her again? addison holds her breath, hoping.