NIGHT THREE: Machines, Toys, and Thank You’s

Mia arrived at 8:00 p.m. exactly, legs already trembling before the elevator doors even opened.

She wore nothing but a thin silver chain around her waist and the faint purple bruises blooming across her hips and thighs from the night before.

Her pussy was still swollen, their lps puffy and tender. Her asshole was sore and twitching with every step.

Victor was waiting alone this time, shirtless, his arms crossed, a cruel smile playing on ...