THIRTY-SIX

ELLA

I’m going insane.

Tied to the headboard with my wrists raw from straining against the silk scarf.

My legs are splayed wide, a fucking spectacle on display, my cunt still fluttering from the orgasm I have barely recovered from.

I tilt my head to watch him. Protesting softly, “Devlin. You… can’t do this to me.”

He can. And he is. With that cocky smile I want to taste.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I clench my thighs. I want him.

I want him so bad.

And he’s just… ...