I moaned, a wrecked, helpless sound as my thighs trembled and my body already threatened to come apart. And then… he placed the fucking rose on my clit. I shrieked as a wave of sensation crashed over me, the combined stimulation sending me straight to heaven. “What... the... fuuuuucckkk?” I growled, wrists pulling hard against the ties, my thighs flexing as my entire body shook violently. The dual vibrations and thrusting movements sent me hurtling toward the edge.

Legend watched all of it. Every sharp gasp, every desperate moan, every helpless twitch of my hips as I lost every ounce of control. “You can take it,” he groaned, pressing the rose down harder, and adjusting the thrusting dildo to match the rhythm.

I whimpered, moaned, begged. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his. Completely, helplessly his. “I can’t,” I gasped, my voice shaking, broken.

“You will,” he demanded.

The pressure built. The vibrations tore through me, the thrusting dildo hitting every perfect spot inside me, making me shake, making me lose myself completely. “Legend! Fuuuuck! Please, please, pleaseeee...”

“Give it to me,” he ordered, his voice low and smooth, an undeniable command.

And then, the fucking levees broke. A sharp, ragged cry ripped from my lips as pleasure exploded through me, violent and unrelenting, the orgasm slamming through my entire body. I convulsed, body shaking, the silk biting into my wrists as I arched, moaning helplessly, sobbing through the release. “Ohhhh….shhiiiittttt! Fuuuckkk!!!”

It kept going. I wasn’t just cumming. I was fucking squirting. I felt it, heard it, the wet sound of it hitting Legend’s tattooed fingers, dripping onto the sheets, a primal, uncontrollable reaction to the way he had completely owned my pussy.

“Fucking right,” Legend groaned, low and pleased, his hands gripping my thighs tighter, holding me open as I completely exposed myself for him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice gravelly, satisfied, possessive. His dark gaze flicked to my soaked thighs, the mess between us, his smirk deepening. “Look at that pussy,” he murmured, dragging his wet fingers up my stomach, leaving a sticky, teasing trail.

I was gone. Done. My body still twitched, my breath ragged and broken, the aftershocks still shuddering through me. He let out a low, approving chuckle, wiping his soaked fingers across my inner thigh, marking me with my own juices. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against my ear, his voice nothing but a dark, satisfied whisper. “I’m just getting started, sweetheart.”

I had never—never—felt anything like that. My entire body was shaking, weak as hell. My wrists flexed weakly against the silk ties, my body shivering from the overstimulation and my mind a dazed, hazy blur of pleasure and disbelief. Because… what the entire fuck?

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out wrecked, breathless, hoarse. “Legend, please,” I whispered, barely able to string words together. “Please… un... untie me.”

Legend’s gaze flicked down to me, his eyes still lazy and satisfied, his mouth curling in pure, unfiltered amusement. “You begging?” he murmured, dragging a slow finger down my trembling stomach, making me jolt with oversensitivity.