She couldn’t move.

Skye was still bound to the table, legs strapped wide to the carved mahogany, wrists pinned beneath her belly, face down against the wood, trembling from the last orgasm that left her body shaking and her mind shattered.

Her pussy was red. Puffy. Glazed with cum and slick. Her thighs were streaked in it, glistening under the low candlelight.

She looked like a feast. A ruined one.

And Xavier?

He was the fucking devil at the head of the table..shirt open, abs slick with sweat, cock still half-hard and glistening with the mess he’d left on her back.

Then he returned.

And this time, he came carrying...