My body was still twitching hard from the orgasm, pussy fluttering around nothing, hot squirt and slick cooling on my thighs and the metal table. The blindfold kept me in darkness, but every other sense was screaming. My tits heaved with each shaky breath, nipples tight and oversensitive. My wrists burned from yanking against the cuffs. My spread legs trembled uncontrollably, stiletto boots scraping uselessly against the table edges.

 Jax’s heat pressed closer. I felt the thick, heavy head of his cock drag slowly through my soaked folds — up and down, coating himself in my mess, teasing my swollen clit with every pass. The blunt pressure made my hips...