My body was still trembling when I tried to move, my thighs weak and soaked, his c*m dripping out of me. Kevin leaned back against the headboard, watching me like a predator who wasn’t finished hunting.
“You thought that was it?” His voice was low, mocking. “One f**k and you’re satisfied?”
I swallowed hard, my throat raw, my body sore. “I. . .Kevin, I. . .”
“Shut up.”
His tone made my pulse skip. Then he got off the bed, and I thought maybe he was done. Instead, he opened his nightstand and pulled something out—a coil of leather straps, glinting metal buckles. My stomach dropped.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered.
My body obeyed before my brain could protest. I slid off the bed, knees hitting the carpet, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Hands behind your back.”
I hesitated a second
