The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, and I felt like I was being split in two, my body no longer my own. His hand slipped under my shirt, caressing my stomach, and I leaned into him, my eyes fluttering shut. Mike’s eyes never left mine, a mix of lust and fear flickering in their depths. As Mike retreated to the bathroom to retrieve the condom, Jeffrey gently pushed me onto my hands and knees, his strong hands on my hips, guiding me into position. The danger, the risk, it all just added to the intensity of the moment. Jeffrey was adamant about using protection, and I was clear that Mike was not to touch me without my explicit consent. I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain the tornado of emotions inside me.
