"I'm going to fuck you until you say you're sorry for being a fucking brat," he snarled in my ear.
"Yes, Daddy" I moaned while his fingers moved in sync in pussy.
"Brava ragazza," he cooed.
[Good girl]
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Naina Patel- A 21 year old genius lawy...
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My eyes peel open as my alarm rings in my ear. I hate waking up early. My eyes scan the room, taking in my bleak surroundings. I glance over to the clock.
7:45
Dante came in at 8 yesterday, so I'm prepared today. My thoughts wander to yesterdays events, Antonio, Lorenzo, and dinner.
Dinner was so fucking good. Marie brought up Gia's delicious homemade personal margarita pizza with a Caesar salad and ranch on the side. I must have inhaled the delicious food because the next thing I remember was thinking about dessert. Which I may add was also on the plate, a small glass full to the brim with tiramisu. I lick my lips just thinking about it.
Anyway, I I need to shower before Dante comes and invades my privacy AGAIN. I grab a set of clothes from my closet, while forming a mental checklist of today's plans.
First I need to shower.
Second I need to eat.
Next, I will work on the case until 2:30.
Then, I'll visit Isa. I kinda miss her.
After I get back, I'll look over wardrobe. Especially my shoes, I love shoes.
Last, I'll work on my escape plan, and play with Rocky.
(It can be revised later.)
I head into the bathroom, hoping my shower will be quick. I strip out of my pjs, and kick them to side. I use the toilet and then jump into the hot shower. My muscles relax at the contact of the soothing water. I shampoo and rinse my hair, then do the same with the conditioner.
I can't not wash my hair. It' s a curse, I have to do it everyday or I feel dirty. I know everyone says it's unhealthy, but my hair is thriving, so whatever.
I lather my body with soap before scrubbing my face with the scrub in the shower cubby. After washing everything off I step out into the fog filled room.
I grab my towel from the rack and I use it dry off. As I pat the droplets from my body, I remember more of yesterday. I ALMOST DIED!
I feel the gun pressed to my forehead as I brush my teeth.
I feel the sensation of the gun wrapped around my hand when I put it in my mouth as I put lotion on my body.
I see his eyes as I brush my hair out, and put product in it. I tie it in a high bun.
Trying to move on, I quickly shimmy into my outfit. Which are just sweatpants and a tank top.
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