It Doesn't Matter, Much

"You should have done this to me, Danny," she screamed. "You should have made me come like this. You should have used your cock in Mrs. Carver like this, Danny."

"Laura," Danny said. "Not Mrs. Carver. Laura."

Then she came. The orgasms were small, but they repeated over and over. She felt her hips shudder with each wave, over and over, several times. Her knees went weak. She sagged, and her bonds supported her. Without them, she thought she would have collapsed on the floor.

It was disappointing. It was all a fraction of what she wanted, and needed. It was the slightest hint of what Danny could do for her, what he had to do for her, what her young, would be lover had to do to her.