DAVID
I stood there, chest heaving, staring down at Mira sprawled across my dining table like a feast.
Her wrists were still cuffed, the leather straps pulling her arms wide and forcing her t**s to mash against the wood. Her ass was up in the air, red from my spanks, her p***y glistening with our mixed c*m dripping down her thighs.
Fuck, she looked perfect.
Even better than my imagination.
Her glazed eyes stared up at me when she heard my words.
But her hips twitched, like it was begging for more without saying a word. My d**k, still rock-hard and slick from her cunt, throbbed at the sight.
We weren’t done. Not by a long shot.
I circled her like a predator. My hand trailed over her back, fingers digging into her skin just enough to make her arch. “I told you, you’re mine now.
