Chapter Two: The Rules & The Remote Plug

Morning came in shades of black silk and bruised skin.

Evelyn woke sprawled on her stomach, wrists still loosely tethered to the headboard by the soft leather cuffs he had swapped in sometime before dawn. Her body felt used in every possible place: pussy swollen and tender, ass aching with a dull, delicious burn, thighs sticky with dried come and her own slick. Between her legs the sheets were soaked; she had come again in her sleep, dreams full ...