I shattered again, second orgasm darker, dirtier, walls clenching as I wailed.
"Fuuuck... yes... filling me up!" He roared, slamming deep, hot seed erupting in pulses, claiming me inside out.
We collapsed, him untying me slow, peeling the blindfold. His eyes softened a fraction, fingers tracing the marks on my wrists.
"You okay?"
I nodded, body humming, sore in the best ways. "More than okay. That was... insane."
But as he dressed, pulling on his jacket, that predatory glint returned.
"This town's got secrets. And I think you've got more to spill." He leaned in, kissing me possessively. "See you tomorrow, Janet. Don't make me hunt you."
The door clicked shut, leaving me sprawled, c*m leaking from both holes, mind reeling.
Who the f**k was he really? And why did the thought of hi
