Epilogue III

Inside our room, I waste no time. My hands move with purpose, stripping her out of that dress, layer by layer until she’s bare before me. A deep groan rumbles from my chest as my eyes devour her naked form, my dick straining painfully against my zipper. The sight of her never fails to take my breath away. "Get on the bed, ass in the air," I command, my voice husky with need as I

shed my own clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the ground.

She obeys, kneeling on the sheets, positioning her perfect ass for me. I stride to the mahogany dresser, retrieving the metal cuffs. Approaching the bed, I cuff her hands behind her back with practiced ease, locking her in place.

My fingers trail down her ass, running my fingers across the plug before sliding two fingers inside her pussy. Her breath catches sharply, a soft moan slipping past her lips, her body reacting before she can even control it. She’s soaking wet. Of course, she is. The thought of sex with me alone is eno