The room smelled of sweat, lust, and tension so thick it almost choked me. My wrists were tied to the headboard, my body stretched and exposed, trembling under his gaze. He stood over me, shirtless, veins pulsing along his arms, eyes dark with hunger.
“You’ve learned a lot,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “But this… this is where you finally understand your place.”
I swallowed hard, chest rising and falling, my body slick and trembling from everything he’d done over the past days. My legs were weak, thighs trembling, but my core ached for him, for the brutal, impossible pleasure only he could give.
He didn’t wait. His hands gripped my hips, yanking me forward, grinding into me with slow, deliberate pressure that made my breath catch. My moans came out in ragged bursts as he leane
