Lily woke up sore. Her neck had a deep red ring where the rope had kissed her skin all night. Every time she swallowed it hurt, but the hurt made her pussy tingle again. She touched the bruise with soft fingers. It felt like a mark of ownership. Jack’s mark. She smiled small in the dark room.

Jack was already awake. He sat on the edge of the bed watching her. Naked. His dick half-hard just from looking at her sleeping body. Boobs soft and full under the thin blanket, nipples still a little swollen from yesterday’s rough sucks.