The Coven - Part 18

Maybe being owned isn't so bad...

Katarina got up from the bed.

As she stood, I noticed the slight shakiness in her legs, and despite my submissive position, I felt a little pride in that. I might be tied to her bed, being used like some kind of sex toy, but at least I was giving her pleasure.

She could say what she wanted, and already, I had had plenty of humiliating and disparaging things from her. But she couldn’t deny I made her cum hard. Not when I could still taste her orgasm in my mouth, could still feel her juices slowly cooling on my skin.

I watched Katarina, in all her naked glory, move across the bedroom. She stepped through the open door and disappeared from my sight, and I listened to her footsteps moving through the apartment. After a moment, I heard water running from the direction of the bathroom.

With a sigh, I lay my head back on the mattress beneath me, soaked in her orgasmic juices. I was going to need a shower after this, I thought with a kind of rueful smile. But soon, my thoughts turned in another direction. Without Katarina physically there, her physical presence seeming to warp reality and make me consider the unthinkable to be not only natural, but wildly desirable, I was able to reflect on what had happened to me.