Richard
I exhaled deeply, climbing off Jane before collapsing onto the other side of the bed, beside her naked, drowsy body.
Two hours had already passed, and I had spent every moment relentlessly thrusting in and out of her.
It wasn’t the first time I had f****d her, but I enjoyed it more that day because she hadn’t fought me off as much. Not that she didn’t want to—she simply couldn’t.
The elixir I forced down her throat had crushed her strength, leaving her nothing more than a weak, trembling puppy; wet, helpless, and completely mine.
She was defenseless now, no ropes, no restraints, nothing needed to keep her down.
All I had to do was strip her bare, tear her legs apart, and take her as I pleased. Bliss.
Pure f*****g bliss—finally f*****g her without the constant thrashing, with
