I couldn’t stop shaking.
My breath came in little gasps as Silas unstrapped my trembling body from the bench. Every part of me throbbed—my ass, my thighs, my soaked cunt, even my wrists from where he’d bound me. But the worst part?
I wanted more.
God, I wanted more.
He caught me as I collapsed, lifting me easily into his arms like I weighed nothing. My body curled into him instinctively, but he didn’t hold me to comfort. He held me to use.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, brushing my sweat-slicked hair from my face. “Not a girl. Not a woman. Just my thing. My little caged doll.”
I whimpered, eyes fluttering closed.
“Don’t pass out on me yet,” he warned softly, and then I felt it—cold steel clicking around my wrists again. Tighter this time. Less room to move.
Then the leash.
Back aroun
