The morning sun broke through the lingering clouds, turning the infinity pool into a glittering sheet of liquid sapphire that blended seamlessly with the stormy Puget Sound beyond the cliffs. Damien dragged me outside completely naked, my body still sticky and leaking from the endless night of degradation. c*m dried in crusty trails down my inner thighs, my asshole throbbed with every step, and my cunt felt puffy and used—exactly how he wanted me.
“On your back,” he commanded, voice dark and thick with fresh lust. He shoved me onto one of the wide, cushioned lounge chairs beside the pool, the cool fabric sticking to my sweat-slick skin. The estate’s private grounds felt exposed despite the high walls and security cameras—any drone, any passing boat on the sound, or worse, Marcus doing his
