Lily woke up with the taste of piss and cum still faint in her mouth. Her throat hurt less today, but her pussy felt raw—swollen from yesterday’s hard fucking while she pissed and dangled. Every time she shifted on the bed, the sticky mess between her thighs reminded her how full he had left her. How she had squirted and peed on his dick at the same time. The memory made her clit throb even though her body begged for rest.

Jack was already up. He stood by the window, looking out at the dark street below. Shirtless. Jeans low. The rope from the ceiling caught the faint light—thick, black, waiting like always.