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Another ping sounded on her laptop, only to find his message. A quick image of him fucking her flashed in her mind and it made her squirm, aroused, even as she looked at the site he recommended.
Shannon couldn't believe it! How could she feel aroused when what he was doing should make her feel so disgusted. What was wrong with her? So he was hot and sexy, but that man...That infuriating man had collected photos of her old self. No. That was no longer her. The old her would have jumped his bones even without the bet...and even allowed him to take her in the ass. But no! Now, she wouldn't do either. She was more decent now, and she hated it at the back. She couldn't keep off the feeling of disgust and pain when her boyfriend did it, and she obliged only because he liked it.
Well, the sexual pushover was no longer here. And as nice as the lingerie was, she was not going to get one. Certainly not for him. And certainly not because she was going to lose.
She was going to win this. She had to. There was no choice for her but to win.
But even as she tried to prepare, even as she tried to sleep, she couldn't erase the image of him looking down at her with that smirk of his and owning her. In her dreams, she even dreamed of him talking dirty to her that she woke the next day wet and wanting.
Shannon couldn't believe it! How could she feel aroused when what he was doing should make her feel so disgusted. What was wrong with her? So he was hot and sexy, but that man...That infuriating man had collected photos of her old self. No. That was no longer her. The old her would have jumped his bones even without the bet...and even allowed him to take her in the ass. But no! Now, she wouldn't do either. She was more decent now, and she hated it at the back. She couldn't keep off the feeling of disgust and pain when her boyfriend did it, and she obliged only because he liked it.
Well, the sexual pushover was no longer here. And as nice as the lingerie was, she was not going to get one. Certainly not for him. And certainly not because she was going to lose.
She was going to win this. She had to. There was no choice for her but to win.
But even as she tried to prepare, even as she tried to sleep, she couldn't erase the image of him looking down at her with that smirk of his and owning her. In her dreams, she even dreamed of him talking dirty to her that she woke the next day wet and wanting.