Two Months Later – Lara’s POV

“Ahhh! Master—faster, please!” I screamed, voice breaking, body trembling as his thick length pounded mercilessly into me. My knees dug into the floor, bruised and sore from hours of kneeling, but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was him—his rhythm, his power, his brutal denial of the release I craved.