“She’s stalling,” he whispered. “She knows I’ll come. She knows I’ll f*****g tear her open.”
Silence.
Then.
“She doesn’t want forgiveness, Amos. She wants a slow death.”
He nodded once.
“I’ll give her that.”
He hung up.
Tossed the phone.
It shattered against the wall.
Then he turned.
He looked at Sera.
Still spread.
Still leaking.
Still trembling.
His c**k was throbbing, furious at being denied its prize.
“I’ll be back.”
His voice was dead now.
No heat. Just a black, cold promise.
He stalked to the bed.
Grabbed the chain.
Dragged her leg wider.
Clipped the chain higher…locked her into the bedpost with her cunt open to the air, thighs quivering, p***y red and glistening, the scent of her slick thick as perfume.
He bent down. Dragged two fingers between her folds.
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