Lena’s POV

He ties my wrists to the headboard with rope he pulls from the bedside drawer like he’s been waiting three years for this exact fucking moment.

The calmness in the way his lands loop and tighten the ropes makes my pussy clench. He takes his time, like he has all night to ruin me.

“Too tight?” He slips one finger under the rope.

“Not tight enough.”

The corner of his mouth twitches.

He pushes my legs back until my knees hit my shoulder. I’m folded open for him. Pinned. Helpless. He enters me slow and the angle from here is deeper than the counter was.

His cock head...