Carel's POV

I woke slowly, the first light of morning creeping through the blinds, and realized I was still inside her. Her warm, soft body pressed beneath me, a mess of tangled limbs and hair, my cock buried deep in her tight little cunt. Last night’s chaos played back in my mind like a film. She had been… perfect. Obedient, begging, desperate, whining, moaning just the way I liked. From the moment she had stepped into my house, I had known she would be mine. Not just mine in the casual sense, but truly, wholly mine. My little bitch. My slave.