His Vibrations

"Sara's point of view,"

"Your pussy grows even tighter in sickness, Miss Grace."

He spoke to me in a hushed, alluring tone. His attention was once more diverted from my sobs, as he was preoccupied with fucking me.

Why am I crying over my fate when I am the only one who chose this life for myself?

I imagined myself as a prostitute whose sole purpose is to fulfill the desires of her clients. The only thing that separates me from professional prostitutes is that, according to our agreement, I have to satisfy a billionaire CEO, Mr. Aaron Finge, several times in a single day, whereas they have to satisfy multiple clients in a single day.

He merely got married to me to satisfy his lust. I have no choice but to indulge his lust by submerging myself beneath him like a lifeless body. Aron Finge treated my body with the same lack of kindness and affection that the customer did for those prostitutes.

How come he doesn't realize that I have emotions, too? I'm not a sex machine. He would alway