Careful What You Wish For part 2

Seth wakes up alone, wrists still cuffed to the headboard, dried spit cooling on his face. The domme took everything but the phone. He calls the only number he still knows—his ex-wife. Charlotte’s heels click through the door before he can hang up. She stares at the cuffs, at his helpless cock, and smiles like Christmas came early. She drops to her knees and swallows him raw, gagging deep on every inch until her mascara runs. He curses, swears he’ll never beg again, but his hips push forward anyway. When she stands and turns, she spreads herself wide and backs onto his cock, forcing the head past the tight ring she still owns. Seth spits curses that melt into moans as she rides him slow, then vicious, taking every stroke balls-deep in her ass. She leans back, palms on his chest, working him until he throbs and floods her, thick cum leaking out around his shaft. Charlotte stays seated, milking the last pulses, whispering that some lessons never stick.