Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop, saliva stringing from my lips to his tip. He uncuffed my ankles swiftly, the relief short-lived as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, my bound wrists pressing against his chest. He carried me to the adjacent room, the massive bed dominating the space—silk sheets gleaming under soft recessed lighting, a haven of luxury in this oppressive world. He laid me down and bound my wrists to the headboard with fresh restraints, stretching me spread-eagle, legs splayed wide. The vibe remained buried inside, now on a soft, teasing buzz that kept me simmering.

Zade climbed over me, his muscular frame caging mine,...