You had lost track of time. Trapped in this closet sized shrine of you. He had not said a single word yet. All he gave you was water, a bite of food and an orgasm. His gaze meeting yours as he rubbed you through your panties then left you to think.
This is what I was talking about the other day. I, and others, love DMs. But if you’re going to DM someone please have something to bring to the table. Otherwise it’s just kinda bothersome and sorta annoying