He tosses me aside like gravity doesn’t apply—one fluid motion and I’m flat on my back, breath knocked loose before I can find words to protest.
But he’s already there, overwhelming every inch of me. His body closes in—heat, weight, intent—until I’m surrounded and claimed.
His teeth graze down the curve of my neck, each drag sparking a trail of fire in its wake.
Then his hands deliberately part my thighs to their limit, opening me wide without pause, without question.
And I don’t even want to resist.
“My little sinner,” he grunts with a smile, crooking his fingers inside me again.
This time, he pushes me right to the brink—so close I can taste it.
My body coils, every muscle drawn taut, breath held hostage to the climax I’m chasing.
But just before I fall—he stops.
The sudden absence crashes over me like a rogue wave, flooding every nerve with aching desperation.
I’m left trembling, undone, hovering in the space between pleasure and punishment.
“Please, Cam,” I whisper—no, beg—my voice raw, splintering under the weight of everything I can’t say.
Tears press hot against my lashes, the kind that burn from frustration, not fear. I blink fast, trying to hold them back, but they cling.
My body trembles, racked with full-body shivers. Pins and needles sting my hands and feet, buzzing like static beneath the surface. I’m overstimulated, stretched to the edge—yet I crave more.
I want this.
No—I needthis.
There’s nothing I desire more than what he’s offering.
“Beg,” he orders again, holding my gaze as his fingers work back at the promise he’s withholding.
“Please, please,please.Let me cum. I’mbeggingyou.”
With a cocky half-smile, he leans over me in that confident, wicked, and devastatingly dangerous kind of way. And this time, when my body tightens around him, trembling on the edge, he doesn’t pull away.
He drives deeper, relentless, riding the wave of my unravelling with precision and power.
Pleasure surges through me in a gush of release—raw, euphoric, unstoppable. It floods between us, soaking skin and breath and every inch of restraint we left behind. I lie here, panting—spent, drenched in the aftermath of pleasure that still pulses beneath my skin.
But instead of reaching for his own release, instead of chasing the end I expected him to take, he surprises me.
He kneels quietly in front of me, his touch unhurried. And with a grace that cuts deeper than dominance ever could, he begins to unbind my legs—rope by rope, knot by knot.
Each motion is careful and reverent. Gentle in a way that catches me completely off guard.
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Fuck, she’s everything I ever wanted.
Look at her—freshly fucking ruined and still looks like she could go for round two.
“What about you?” She asks, rubbing the marks that have imprinted in her wrists from the rope.
