ADRIANA’S POV“Five years, Rosa. Five years, and you’re still exactly the same,” he whispered, his voice low and calm. I lay spread open and chained to the bed, my chest heaving, body drenched in sweat and my own cum. I couldn’t answer him. My nipples throbbed like fire from the clamps. My pussy felt raw and puffy, still twitching from the brutal stretch of the toys. My asshole burned, clenching around nothing now, slick with lube and the mess I had made when I squirted again and again. Every breath sent fresh aches through my marked tits and swollen cunt. I needed him so badly it hurt worse than the whip. I lifted my head as much as the restraints allowed when Alessandro stepped closer. Finally my lips parted, voice hoarse and broken. “Master… please, I need you inside me. Fuck me. I want you to use me.” He said nothing. Those cold eyes swept over my wrecked body once more, then he reached for my wrists and uncuffed them with quick, impersonal movements. My ankles followed. He di
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