They didn’t untie her.
Zoe hung in the cuffs and rope, body open and used, come still leaking slowly onto the sheets beneath her. Her wrists had started to ache in a dull, distant way. Her ankles burned where the rope held them wide. She didn’t ask to be released. She only watched them through half-lidded eyes while they stood at the foot of the bed and looked at what they’d done to her.
Ryan picked up the flogger again. He didn’t strike. He simply dragged the soft leather falls up the inside of one trembling thigh, over the wet mess of her cunt, across her stomach, and then let them rest against her mouth. Zoe parted her lips without being told. He let her taste the leather for a moment before pulling it away.
Lucas sat on the edge of the mattress and ran two fingers through the come a
