27. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
The buzzing sound of the vibrator intensified that she began crying in pleasure though her sounds muffled, he could still hear the desperation in her tone.
Please Ryder f**k me but I can't say it, that was all he heard.
Being the sadist, in Ciara's words, he yearned to break and mend her as many times as she needed for her to embrace her truth.
She craved this depravity as much as he did.
Now bound in ties, with her ass helplessly suspended in the air, it became more torturous to mute her soundtrack, so she trapped the pillow between her teeth, determined not to give him that satisfaction.
He'd seen her enough for that day. And even if it were her last, she'd prove him wrong.
At least partially.
Stroking his c**k in preparedness,
