Months had passed since that first night Sophia took control, and our nights had become something else entirely. Hotter. Deeper. More intense than I ever imagined possible. She knew my body better than I did now — every spot that made me shake, every word that made me beg.
Tonight she wanted everything.
When I walked into the bedroom after her text saying “Come upstairs. Naked.” I found her waiting. The lights were low and warm. She wore a tight black corset that pushed her breasts up and left her p***y bare. In her hands were the thick leather cuffs and a long black blindfold.
“On the bed,” she said, voice low and steady. “Spread eagle.”
My c**k was already hard as I climbed up and lay on my back. She moved with calm confidence, buckling the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, then sec
