He didn’t pull out. He just stayed deep, holding me down with his weight, while I lay there tied and shaking and trying to remember how to breathe.
The night outside stayed quiet.
Inside the cabin, I already knew sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon.
He gave me a few minutes. Then he started moving again.
Slow at first. Deep strokes that made me whimper into the pillow. My body was sensitive now. Every thrust felt bigger than the last. He kept the same steady pace that had broken me earlier, never rushing, never easing up for long.
“Still so tight,” he muttered. “Even after all that.”
I could only moan. The belt still held my wrists above my head. My arms ached. My legs felt useless.
He f****d me like that for a long time. The darkness outside the window slowly turned gray. I lost track
