The same way her pheromones have been triggering my heat ever since I got pregnant, making me think I was the one chasing her, making me believe I was the one begging her to help subdue it. I was becoming submissive to my own heat, feeling like a mess while she sat back and watched.
This bitch has been going into rut too. My presence has been triggering it just as much as she triggers me. From day one, she's been popping suppressants to keep it down, hiding the evidence and flipping it on me like I'm the only one in the room who wants it.
But she wants it just as badly as I do.
We were in the living room now. I stood directly in front of her with my arms folded tight across my chest. I kept tapping my foot against the floor, a steady, rhythmic sound, as I watched her use that inhaler.
She went through two whole bottles right in front of me, her hand shaking just a little as she pressed the trigger.
