CHAPTER 29. THE END OF ME
My arms are suspended above me, pulled taut by the unforgiving metal chains until the muscles scream in protest. I am trembling, a continuous, violent shuddering that rattles my very bones. My body feels as though it can no longer bear the weight of these heavy, overwhelming sensations crashing over me like tidal waves. My back is arched into a tight, desperate bow, straining to endure the surges of pleasure and pain that war for dominance within my nervous system.
Palmer is positioned directly in front of me, a vision of lust and devotion. She wraps her arms tightly around my waist, anchoring me as I sway. Her face is buried deep against my breasts, and she consumes me devouringly. Her mouth is a hot, wet vacuum, sucking with a ferocity that threatens to draw t
