I should’ve been asleep.
My body was wrecked. My thighs ached. My p***y was sore and leaking.
But he wasn’t finished with me. Not even close.
He came back into the room holding thick black rope… and a gag.
My heart jumped.
“I want to try something new,” he said, voice calm… but that dark, wicked edge was back. “Something dirtier.”
I backed up on instinct, shaking my head, chest rising in panic.
But he grabbed my chin, smiling like a devil in silk.
“You want to scream? Good. I want to watch you scream.”
Before I could blink, he had me on the bed wrists tied above my head to the headboard, legs forced open and bound at the ankles.
Then came the gag. A black strap wrapped around the back of my head, a thick ball shoved between my lips.
“Mmmph!”
“Quiet now,” he whispered, kissing m
