Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She doesn’t wait for my answer, though. Coming in, she
wraps her arms around me again, kissing my cheek and
trailing more over my jaw and mouth.
“Such a good boy,” she whispers. “So much energy. So
physical.” Her hands move over my body as her kisses get
wetter and longer. “So much endurance and muscle. So much
power.” And then her hand reaches between my legs,
massaging my cock. “Such a good, growing boy.”
I grip the back of her hair, and she moans as my fingers
dig into her scalp and I stare at my reflection in the glass
shower door.
Bitch.
Slut.
Pussy.
Nothing but a fuck.
“Rachel Kensington’s mother called me,” she says,
licking, kissing, and panting against my neck. “She said she
found you and her daughter half naked on their couch last
night.”
I take her waist in my other hand, kneading the flesh
through the silk, never blinking as I stare at myself and letting
all the emotions rip through me.
Anger.
Shame.
Fear.
Violence.
Pain.
Sadness.
Helplessness.
They float through, jumbling together until I can’t identify
one from the other, and it’s not even me in the reflection
anymore. Everything in my brain leaves, my mind turns off,
and my hands stop shaking. I’m just a body.