She finally shook herself off with the last of the bondage no more than a puddle of twisted rope at the base of the ladder. But instead of pulling away and letting her limbs work free of the numbing pose, the photographer pinned her to the wood, this time with his c**k fixing her in place. The swelling member slipped into the slithery channel between her thighs and battered her brusquely until his climax finished him—while hers still needed more stimulation. Then he walked away as though he were taking his moves from a playbook he’d never seen before—belonging to a game he certainly didn’t understand. She made up her mind that next time, she wouldn’t let him use her without her full cooperation. He left her with a hollow feeling she didn’t like, and without the will or the desire to c*m he
