With my hands bound, I had to lean forward more. My movements became deeper, more desperate. Carter helped, thrusting up to meet me. The tie rubbed my wrists with every bounce. The slight restraint made me feel wilder, more exposed.

He leaned in and sucked on my neck, leaving another mark. Then lower, biting my collarbone. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider as I rode him. Every time I came down, his cock hit that perfect spot. I was moaning nonstop, the sound muffled against his shoulder.

The surprise came when his phone rang again. This time he answered it, putting it on speaker and setting it on...