MAYA
I was on my knees.
Wrists tied tightly behind my back with Tristan’s belt, the same leather now looped around my throat like a collar, keeping my head forced slightly upward.
The position made me feel so small, so exposed and so utterly owned. My pink skirt was bunched uselessly around my waist, my soaked panties clinging obscenely to my dripping p***y. My legs were spread wide on the floor, knees aching against the hardwood, and I could feel my own arousal pooling beneath me in a shameful little puddle.
I whimpered, the sound soft and broken.
Tristan sat on the couch like a king on his throne. His legs were spread wide in that dominant manspread. His black trousers were open, his massive c**k standing thick and throbbing right in front of my face.
The veined shaft pulsed, the
