“I want you to cum in my ass,” I pant, still stroking myself, slower now—lazy, spent, twitching.
He laughs darkly against my shoulder. “You think you had a choice?”
Then he grunts, muscles locked, his body shaking as he pumps deep—fingers twisting the chain between my clamps, drawing another moan straight from my soul. His release floodsinto me, hot and final, and I collapse beneath him, skin flushed, mind scattered, bones humming.
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Cam
She’s perfect—curled into the shape I folded her into, panting, flushed, and trembling. Her body’s still clenched around me, twitching with aftershocks, waiting for the stretch to ease as I pull free.
There was no fear in her eyes.
She wanted it.
I showed her the bit—offered control laced with restraint—and she opened for me without hesitation. Whether she’s familiar with this kind of intensity, or simply trusts me with everything… I’m praying it’s the latter.
I needed her this way—and she knew it.
Knew it without a single word exchanged.
I reach for the towel I laid out before, the one I’d placed with intent, and press it gently against her ass as I ease out. She winces sweetly, body too raw to resist the touch, then watches me pad to the bathroom for a rinse.
She trails behind me a moment later, towel held close like a shield—yet her arm still slides around me, fingers clinging like she doesn’t want even this distance between us.
“How was that?” I ask softly, catching her reflection as she peeks around me in the mirror—cheeks glowing with that irresistible shade of post-orgasm pink.
“Perfect,” she breathes, snaking her grip tighter across my waist.
I kiss her temple, let the weight of her body fold against mine.
“Good. Because that was just the beginning. You’ve got a lifetime of it coming.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”
This woman is something else entirely.
Game time.
Not having Nell by my side tightens something in my chest, but she’s where she needs to be—deep in the belly of this hellhole, feigning sedation, quietly rallying the other girls.
She’s not just surviving anymore. She’s building something real.
For years, I worked in the shadows. Always a ghost. I stayed on the outside, watching, gathering scraps of information, and taking down threats one at a time.
But this time is different. I’m on the inside now. I’ve stepped into the heart of the enemy’s world, wearing their mask, speaking their language.
This isn’t just surveillance.
It’s infiltration.
We will wait until the room is full—every player in place. Then I’ll slip out, lock the doors, and the real mission begins. Talia and the team will hit the perimeter. I’ll take it apart from the inside—clean, precise, ruthless.
I could have done this months ago.
But back then, I didn’t have Nell.
I was just circling the chaos—observing, reacting, always one step removed.
