Nash's head spun, his cock caught between hardness and a strange, inflated heaviness.
His body felt weak, drained, yet somehow it stirred again. A groan escaped him as he realized it still worked, though this time, the flesh was willing, but his spirit felt bruised and sluggish.
Victoria stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor until she stood beside him. With a casual confidence, she pressed a fingertip against the sensitive tip of his length, smirking.
"We're going to make great things together," she said.
Nash met her gaze with a tired, wary look. He wanted to push back, to question her, but part of him wondered if she'd simply send in another woman to finish breaking him.
"What… did I just sign?" he asked.
She chuckled lightly.
