"Please, Cassian, I can't take more, I'm sorry!" I finally bargained, my voice breaking into desperate pleas, anger crumbling under the weight of need.
The wet sounds of the plug vibrating inside me filled the air, obscene and relentless, my hole clenching around it as if begging for more.
My cock throbbed visibly, another bead of pre-cum stretching in a thin string as it dripped, my entire body a slick, trembling mess.
Cassian taunted, his voice a low growl: "Beg like you mean it, or I'll leave you like this all night, you haven't earned my cock yet."
My moans turned pleading, weak tugs at the bonds as I fought one last time, but the denial had worn me thin, my resistance fracturing into raw, aching want.
More sweat poured down my body, chest heaving, the room smelling of oil and musk and desperation. I was breaking, and he knew it, his eyes drinking in every quiver, every drip, every frustrated thrust of my hips.
