Chapter 162

Theo’s POV

Harper’s body trembles violently beneath my fingers as I carefully unwind the intricate knots Mason placed around her wrists and thighs, each rope slipping free leaving behind deep, reddened marks on her skin. She sways slightly, still kneeling, lips parted and swollen, messy and dripping with our release. Her limbs shake, spent from hours of teasing, denial, and punishment, but I know she isn’t finished yet. None of us are.

Gently, I ease her upright, wrapping an arm securely around her waist as her legs buckle slightly. She leans into me instinctively, head resting briefly against my chest, eyes half-closed, breath uneven. I lift her carefully into my arms, cradling her against my chest, feeling the sticky warmth of wax and cum across her skin. Her hair is tangled, her face streaked, and I’ve never seen her look more beautiful, more perfectly ruined.