Him

He touched me mentally before he ever touched me physically.

He stimulated my mind before he stimulated my body.

But when he finally did touch me, it was like earthquakes. Like the skies opened up and it felt like lightning throughout my body.

He began to touch me between my thighs and kiss my neck and whispered, "You're mine." And all I said was, "yes." Softly.

He touched every bit of me that night and it makes me beg him for it over and over again.

He knew how to keep me coming and every time my body was too overwhelmed to take it too long. He found it funny and enjoyed my pain and dysfunction.

He knew that every morning I would have to see him, because he was my boss and every morning he would give me a look that made me want him in front of everyone.

He got me addicted to him.