It was as he had said: She belonged to him.
His hand moved over her leggings and rubbed over her upper thigh.
Taking it slower this time, moving her head up and down, each time letting him deeper into her throat.
He squeezed and played with her nipples, pinching them hard, getting a small wince from Freya.
Because I fucking said so.
She agreed to this, and whatever happened next was no fault but her own.
Home was only a ten-minute walk away after all.
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