The screen in the video room was still glowing with the high-definition images of Sarah’s destruction. The air was thick, smelling of champagne, honey, and the heavy musk of three men. Sarah lay on the glass table, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches. She looked at the monitor, watching herself scream on camera, and felt a fresh jolt of electricity shoot through her core."He's coming," Leo whispered, his voice dark and hungry. "My father’s best friend, Mr. Sterling, is pulling into the driveway. But before he gets here... before we show him the masterpiece... I want to see you break one last time."Sarah’s eyes went wide. She was already sensitive, her body humming from the hours of play, but the forbidden thrill of a guest arriving—and her husband’s impending return—made her pulse race."I’m ready," Sarah gasped. "Don't stop. I want to be so full of you that I can't even stand to greet him."Marcus didn't wait for a second invitation. The giant guard grabbed Sarah by the wais
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