Once he finished, I climbed onto the bed, my legs trembling from the orgasm that had wrecked me. My body felt wonderfully used—sore, satisfied, and marked with red welts from the crop on my ass and thighs. He stood there, breathing heavily, his huge cock still half-hard and gleaming with my slickness.

Slowly, he pulled his shorts up to his waist, tucking that thick dick away like a dirty secret. I watched every move, biting my lip, already missing the burn of him stretching me wide.

He packed the crop, collar, and gag back into the box and locked it. He hid it deep inside the wardrobe, shoving it behind...