Chapter 112

Harper’s POV

He pulls the toy free from my mouth.

I can still taste myself, and it makes my cheeks burn with humiliation. My lips are swollen, my jaw aches from how hard he worked me, and my thighs keep trembling beneath me, refusing to hold steady.

I’m bent over the table, locked in place, stretched wide open, and completely helpless. My wrists are still restrained above my head. My ankles are locked in the spreader bar, keeping my legs parted far too wide to offer even a moment of modesty or escape. I’m a mess. Flushed. Slick. And so unbearably empty that I could scream.

But Nathan says nothing.

He lets the silence stretch out until it wraps around my throat like a second collar. I can feel him moving behind me, but I can’t see what he’s doing. I can only hear the sound of him drag