I couldn’t stop crying. Tears fell, soaking the rug beneath me as my body convulsed with need and despair. The slick heat of my release was still trapped in me, dribbling and leaking.
Her hand never slowed. Her words cut deep.
“Look at you. So desperate. So f*****g ugly when you beg, but I love it. I own you.”
I whimpered, body trembling like I might fall apart. I was dripping, ruined, completely hers.
Her hand slowed for a heartbeat. Then she leaned down, lips brushing my ear with cold fire.
“You want me to stop?”
I nodded frantically, begging silently.
“Beg me,” she demanded.
I tried, voice thick and broken, but all that came was a strangled whimper.
“Louder,” she snapped.
I forced the sound through the gag—a high, desperate plea.
She smiled and jerked me one last time before
