Marcus held the buzzing poker chip, its hum a taunt against my oversensitive clit. I moaned, my hips twitching, my body begging despite the exhaustion. The casino’s hum outside felt louder, like someone could barge in any second.“You’re a fucking mess,” he said, his voice dark, amused. His fingers trailed through the cum on my stomach, smearing it across my tits. I shivered, my nipples hardening under his touch.I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down, his hand firm on my chest. “Stay,” he growled, grabbing my wrists. He yanked my arms above my head, pinning them to the table.I smirked, defiance flaring even as my pussy clenched. “What now?” I asked, my voice hoarse, daring him to push me further. His eyes glinted, promising something dirtier, nastier.He reached for his discarded belt, looping it around my wrists, binding them tight. The leather bit into my skin, and I gasped, the restraint sending a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. I was his to use, and fuck, I loved
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