Chapter 32

For five hours straight, he threw everything he had at her. None of his usual tactics made a dent. So, he got creative. He tried the ice and hot towel routine down below, expecting screams of pain. But instead, she went off like a firecracker, thanking him with each climax. Pleasuring her wasn't exactly his plan.

Then he went old-school with the water torture, dripping it on her forehead. But she just laughed at him, not a flinch in sight. He'd never met anyone like her, and he found himself loving every minute of it.

He got inventive, using her clothespins as nipple clamps, and she just moaned in pleasure. When he dared to put one on her clit, she practically begged for more pressure. Everything he tried seemed to give her a thrill instead of causing pain. She was one hell of a woman.

As dawn peeked through the window, he finally relented, grabbing the key from the floor and unlocking the handcuffs behind the headboard.

"You win. You can be on