I walk in at 2:11 a.m. carrying a small black case instead of the duffel.
She’s already on the bed, naked, on all fours, face turned toward the door, ass up like an offering.
The ropes from last night are still knotted to the bedposts; she’s looped her own wrists and ankles through them, loose enough to wriggle but tight enough that she can’t close her legs or hide.
She’s been waiting exactly like this for hours.
Her p***y is so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets in steady drops.
I set the case on the nightstand, flick it open.
Two toys glint under the moonlight:
A thick black silicone c**k, nine inches, veined, heavier than it looks.
And a steel plug, wide at the base, cold and merciless.
Her breath hitches when she sees them.
I strip slow, letting her watch.
When my c**k spring
