“What are you doing in my room?” she demanded, bolting up in her bed. That guy from the party last night just stood there grinning. She couldn’t really remember his name but she was sure she didn’t invite him to join her.

“Good morning to you too,” he beamed, stepping up to take a seat. To her surprise, she pulled her legs back to make room. “We talked a while last night but you were pretty out of it. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. Just try to relax.”

She felt the tension in here spine instantly melt as he sat at the foot of the bed. Her jaw went slack and she absently thought about how foolish she must look. She could smell her own arousal as her legs spread and she noticed for the first time that she was naked. None of it mattered though, she just had to relax.

“Don’t strain yourself too much. The more you try to think, the harder it will get and I don’t want you passing out like last time.” His hand brushed the inside of her thigh as she felt her whole body jerk. Her vision went white as the pleasure took her mind. “This room is mine because you’re mine,” she heard him say through the buzzing in her head. “You get one thought today as I finish claiming you: You belong to me.”

She felt those words etch themselves into her mind, burning away everything else. She couldn’t remember her own name as it took her. Somewhere in the distance, she could feel him move her, feel him pushing inside her, having his way with her. It didn’t matter because all she knew, all she cared about was that she belonged to Him and it felt so fucking good.