Chapter 422 Housebound With Pleasure:>Ep25

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• She was up and posed for him almost before she actually awoke, crouched in her little crate-cage, face down, hips up and back to pressing her holes against the bars the way he'd drilled into her with his clipped voice and a chain clamped to her clit. She'd started letting her instincts take over; they reacted faster than she did. It was easier to let her body go first, and try to figure out what was happening after.
• Three days. She'd been here, been his, for three days now. During that time he had tortured her, humiliated her, fucked her--sodomized her--collared and plugged and clamped and belted her, and edged her out of her fucking mind. He still hadn't let her come. She knew that really shouldn't be a priority for her right now, but somehow, he'd made it one. He'd reduced her to a creature of need.