Chapter 57. Same Once Again

Ava

He didn’t put me down.

He carried me straight to the low, wide ottoman at the foot of the bed and dropped me onto it on my stomach, knees on the floor, chest pressed to the leather.

My arms were still half numb from the cuffs, but he didn’t give me time to recover. One huge hand clamped the back of my neck, pinning my cheek to the cool surface, the other hooked under my hips and yanked my ass high.

I heard the clink of metal again, felt the cold bite of a fresh chain looping around my wrists behind my back this time, then another short length snapped between my ankles, hobbling me.

I couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction. I was trussed, helpless, exactly how I’d begged to be.

He knelt behind me, spread my cheeks rough, and spat once, hot and wet, right on my already soaked entrance. Then he drove into me in one merciless thrust, so deep my vision blacked out for a second.

No slow build. No mercy.

He fucked me