He eased the massive black dildo from her outer pussy slowly—careful, almost tender—watching her stretched pussy lips close where it had once sat.
A thick trickle of her cream followed, sliding down her crack, coating her winking asshole in a glossy sheen. Amber whimpered—small, exhausted, needy—hips giving one last weak twitch as the emptiness hit her.
He set the toy aside on the glass table with a gentle clink, then turned back to her.
No commands this time.
No orders.
Just him.
He knelt beside the table, unbuckled the ankle cuffs first—slow, careful fingers working the leather free—then the wrist cuffs, releasing her arms.
The blindfold came off next; he slid it away gently, letting her blink against the sudden light.
Her eyes were glassy, mascara ruined, cheeks flushed and streaked, but when they found his face, something soft and grateful flickered in them.
