Forbidden Thoughts
He growled behind her, breath hot against her back, and pulled out slowly—just enough to make her think he might be done.
Then he slàpped her àss, hard. Once. Twice. A third time right across the curve where her cheek met her thigh.
She whimpered into the gàg, dazed, her body screaming for rest.
“Did I say you were done?” he muttered.
He grabbed the víbrator from the nightstand—thick, black, unforgiving. Without warning, he pressed it against her still-twitching clit and flicked it on high.
Bella screamed, legs thrashing in their réstraints as the brutal vibration sent fresh àgony through her already-raw center. Her second órgasm began building instantly—sharp, cruel, and too soon.
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