Chapter One Hundred Forty FiveValerio’s POVThe yacht cut through the open sea like a blade, engines thrumming deep and steady beneath us. No land in sight for hours now. Just endless blue water and sky bleeding into each other. The crew stayed topside or in their quarters. They knew better than to disturb the owner’s suite when the door was locked.Elena lay on her stomach across the bed, wrists still bound in the soft black leather cuffs, now clipped behind her back. The blindfold remained in place. Her ass glowed deep pink from the paddle, marked with my handprints. Legs spread wide, ankles tied to the bedposts with the midnight-blue rope, keeping her open and exposed.She trembled slightly, not from cold. The room was warm, sunlight pouring through the wraparound windows. She trembled from anticipation. From need.I stood at the foot of the bed, naked, cock throbbing hard again already. I had come twice inside her less than an hour ago, but watching her like this, helpless, dripp
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