The air in my bedroom turned thick and electric. Noah’s phone was still glowing in his hand, the frozen image of me knotted and screaming burned into both our retinas. His eyes were wide, pupils blown black with shock… and something darker.

I couldn’t move. My thighs were still spread, pussy gaping, glistening with lube and my own cum. The knotted toy lay on the floor between us like evidence. The mask felt ridiculous now, half-cocked, one ear bent. My nipples throbbed in the clamps, ...