**The Next Morning**

Sky woke up mumbling some words.

Her lashes fluttered.

Her lips were parted, dry and sore, the taste of cum still thick on her tongue. Her throat burned. Her jaw ached. Her body was too heavy to move, pinned by soreness, every muscle spent.

Her arms were still cuffed above her head. The leather was tighter now, digging into her wrists from how much she must’ve pulled against them. Her legs were sticky. Her inner thighs were coated in slick and dried cum. Her nipples were sore, raw, overstimulated. Her clit throbbed in dull, pulsing aches.

But the worst part?

Her pussy was still leaking but thank...