That was just the start of Friday night—a endless blur of him using me over and over. He unchained my ankles first, the metal clinking as he released me, but only to flip me over roughly onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillow, the scent of his cologne and sweat filling my nose. He recuffed my wrists to the headboard, then pulled my knees up under me, chaining my ankles to the sides of the bed so my ass was up high, presented to him like an offering. The position made me feel even more exposed, my sore pussy and freshly fucked ass on display, still leaking his...