The Bastard And The Sirens

The burning sensation dwelling at the bottom of my stomach sprung up painful memories of that night. I recalled the sour taste from that candy, and what it fucking did to me.

"How did..." he cut me off with a sigh.

"I knew I should've slipped two in. The last time, you were too overwhelmed to hold a decent conversation." Ferrari lamented, actually feeling bad for not drugging me even more!

I wrapped my arms around my stomach. "You're fucking crazy!"

He fiddled with the candy in his palm, "Don't shout too much, or else someone will come over."

Sweat lines formed over my forehead, the bastard was right about one thing, with less of the dosage, I was able to still retain some of my self control.

But, as I looked in-between my legs, I soon realized that I couldn't step out of this place without having to take care of this first. I reached for my bulging member, but Ferrari disapproved.