Danielle POVEvery thrust is punishing, precise, his hands keeping me in place, his body pinning mine like I belong nowhere else. The rope strains above me, but I don’t care. The stretch, the ache, the helplessness of being held exactly where he wants me, it’s perfect.My nails dig into my palms, my back arching against the bag as another moan tears out of me. He doesn’t slow. Not even when I start to fall apart. He drives into me with relentless, brutal rhythm, giving no space for recovery, no room to breathe.His mouth brushes against my ear, his breath a growl against my skin. “You’re mine when I say. You come when I say. You understand?”I nod, trembling beneath him, but it’s not enough.“Say it, Red.”“I’m yours,” I breathe, the words barely audible past the haze of pleasure cu
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