I warmed her up with my tongue against her lovely slit, sweeping. I tickled her clit with the tip, stopping when she started begging me to suck at her. No. She wasn’t having that yet. Her torment hadn’t even begun.

She tried out her bonds while I lubed up the first of the dildos on the table, but they didn’t give her so much as an inch, wrists bound tight to her ankles. I hitched her legs higher, and she was like a ragdoll, subject to however I wanted to position her. Perfect. Just as I’d imagined while writing the scene.

I worked her pussy with three fingers nice and...