Rina's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, shame, desire—but her body responded, her walls clenching around him as he filled her again and again. She was helpless, bound and exposed, yet there was a strange freedom in her surrender. Jack's dominance was absolute, his control over her complete, and as he quickened his pace, driving into her with a ferocity that bordered on brutality, Rina found herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm she couldn't deny.
"That's it, Aunty," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "Take it. Take all of it." His thrusts became frantic, his body glistening with sweat as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew she'd bear bruises later. Rina's breath came in short, desperate gasps, her body tightening around him as she spiraled toward release.
And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cry of pleasure echoing through the kitchen as he filled her with his seed. Rina followed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out, her voice muffled against his shoulder. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still joined, their breaths ragged and uneven
But then Jack pulled out, stepping back with a smirk as he tucked himself away. Rina slumped against the counter, her body spent, her mind reeling from what had just happened. He approached her once more, his fingers trailing down her cheek, his touch almost tender. "You're beautiful when you come, Aunty," he murmured, his voice soft. "I'll have to do this again."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Rina bound and trembling, her mind a mess of conflicting emotions. She knew what had happened was wrong, that it had been a violation of the worst kind. But as she lay there, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of pleasure, she couldn't deny the dark, twisted part of her that wanted more.