Fifty

SIBANE's POV

I can't go on any longer. There, I've said it—I'm a sex addict. I was losing my mind, and that cockroach Nkosana spent more time at my house than I could handle. His eyes would undress me, his hands would linger, and our fingers would coincidentally brush over each other. I never thought I would say this, but I missed him spanking my ass every time I walked around the house.

I was dying.

It had only been two days. Two full days, and nothing. Add to that the two weeks I spent without seeing him—I've gone close to three weeks without being touched, without his presence.