"I blinked in confusion and watched her head back into the house, her red heels clacking on the pale green marble of the foyer. I shrugged and started... after her. I'd find out what was going on faster this way.The interior of the house was subdued and elegant with high ceilings and a light, subtle blue color to the walls. A wide set of stairs with a dark, highly polished banister swept up to the second floor. The large room just off the foyer was carpeted in a tasteful green and was deep enough. .. am I really just a whore?" In one sense yes, in another sense, not at all. You love the sex with Alexandra and even now you can't stay away. You do whatever she wants as long as she'll screw you. So are you a whore? A whore for sex, definitely, but certainly not in the conventional sense. You don't want to be fucked by just anybody. You want to be fucked by Alexandra and that fifteen inch weapon of hers." But, my God, I'm married," whispered Catherine so no one else in the restaurant could. I liked the insults. He slapped me hard, and continued you bitch deserve to be slaves, now, c’mon, lick me clean. I knew that not obeying him will mean more of physical abuse, so I abided like a good bitch, licking my puke off his body and penis, sucking it this time while I was licking him clean, he threw up on me too, leaving my hair and face covered in his puke. He was laughing out loud you deserve to be treated like this and I continued to clean him up after I was done cleaning the puke off. ” He gave her a devilish smile.“It’s far from funny, Sean. It’s serious. It’s not my fault. And you don’t turn me on.”“Really? Okay then, if you say so.”He took a step toward her. She took one back. He had her backed into one of the counters, she couldn’t move. He gripped her arm, her eyes rolled back into her head a little bit and a small moan escaped her lips. “What don’t I do?” he asked, keeping her wrist.“Fuck,” she breathed. He rubbed the inside of her wrist, she felt like she might.