[Atlas P.O.V.]
The air in the office was thick with anticipation, heavy with the sweet scent of Astrid’s arousal. She was the embodiment of submission, her body arched over the polished mahogany desk, her wrists restrained by harsh black ropes that dug into her soft skin. The blindfold I had secured over her eyes cast her into darkness, amplifying every sensation, every touch, every command I murmured into her ear.
My c**k, still throbbing from our earlier encounter, ached to be buried deep within her once more. The room was silent except for the soft, desperate sounds of her breathing and the occasional creak of the desk as she shifted, her body begging for more.
“Master,” she breathed, her voice a whisper, a plea. “Please… I need…”
I growled, a deep, primal sound that echoed around t
