"I'm not done yet, you broken, greedy bitch. Time to really destroy you."
She whimpered in anticipation, eyes glazed with lust. "Please do it—hurt me, own every inch." He thrust back in without warning, the new position allowing him to hit her depths at a steeper angle, his pubic bone grinding her clit with each brutal snap.
But he wasn't satisfied; his gaze flicked to the remnants of the ropes scattered on the floor. With a feral grin, he snatched up a longer coil.
Elion yanked her arms behind her back roughly, looping the rope around her wrists and cinching it tight, the knots biting into her flesh.
Mira hissed at the burn, fresh welts rising where the fibers scraped her earlier marks. "Tighter—make it impossible to move," she gasped, her bound hands flexing uselessly as he secured the ends, pulling her shoulders back to arch her chest forward.
