24
Devil
Dasia lay lax and pliant as I cut her free and carried her into the bathroom where I’d gotten the shower going. I held her tight against my front as she melted against me, her cheek on my chest, her arms in a light hold around my waist.
We stood sideways beneath the spray, the water hitting the back of her head and my right side. A shuddering sigh—at least the fifth since I’d f****d her a*s—escaped her lips.
I hadn’t checked in with her nearly as much as was probably appropriate, but the lack of tension on her face the entire time I’d trussed her up let me know all I needed to.
Dasia trusted me. And she definitely got off on being tied up. I hadn’t planned on taking her a*s, but with her spread open like a goddamn buffet, her p***y red from our f*****g earlier in the day, and
