Needing Nora: Part Two
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Parts: One Nora surfaced into the morning, eyelids burning from the assault of sunlight she didn’t want. She was pinned beneath Arthur’s weight, his body heavy and inescapable, pressing her into sheets that clung to her skin, sticky with the mess he’d left inside her. His cock was already hard, thick and insistent, nudging between her thighs, demanding her attention before she could even remember her own name. Her wrists throbbed, the skin raw where the cuffs had bitten in, a dull ache that reminded her she’d been his all night, used until she was nothing but a hole for him to fill. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and the bitter edge of coffee, but underneath it all was the smell of sex—her cunt, his cum, sweat, and shame. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know she was still his, still trapped.
