Iris’s POV
Karl unchains everything. Wrists. Ankles. Collar.
I’m free for the first time all night. My wrists are red and raw, my ankles are bruised from the cuffs, and my neck is marked from the collar.
I could run if I wanted to. I could stumble off this ruined bed and walk out the door and never come back.
But I don’t move. I lie there looking up at him and waiting for whatever he’s about to do to me.
He flips me onto my stomach, grabs my hips and yanks them up. I’m face down, ass up, dripping with ten loads from five men. He enters me from behind in one deep, precise stroke that pushes through the mess and hits a spot none of the others found.
I scream into the mattress.
“f*****g hell,” he says behind me, his voice flat and clinical while his c**k drives into me. “Five men f****
