The video call ended, and Amber remained on her knees for a long moment, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Milk dripped slowly from her nipples onto the marble floor, mixing with the pool of her arousal that had gathered between her spread thighs. The plug was still inside her, a steady pressure that reminded her with every breath that she was claimed, owned, his.
She had never felt so connected to him. Never felt so completely possessed, even from three thousand miles away. His voice still echoed in her ears, his commands still resonated in her bones, and she had never been more certain that she was exactly where she was meant to be. On her knees. Surrendered. His.
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