Logged into my accounts this morning and saw the number. My CFO thinks I've lost my mind. Maybe I have. But when you look at me like that—hand on my throat, other hand pulling my hair—my pussy clenches so hard I can't breathe. The money's leaving faster than my board expected, and I want to keep feeding it to you. Keep putting my checkbook where my mouth is. Every dollar spent on you feels like a confession I'm not ready to make. \n\nI should panic. I should pull back. Instead I'm lying in bed, ass still sore from last night, thinking about how I'll liquidate another trust to see if it makes you stay another day. Is that pathetic? Maybe. But it's the most alive I've ever felt. Come take what you want. I'll wince at the loss while my body begs for more.