Heena held him through it, murmuring praise against his neck while she slowly turned the vibrator down and finally off. She eased the toy out carefully, tucked it away, then gently removed the iron nipple clamps one by one. The rush of blood back into his buds made him whimper again, but she soothed it with soft kisses and gentle fingers.
She fixed their clothes with quick, loving touches—pulling his pants back up, smoothing her frock down—then turned him to face her. Larus looked utterly wrecked: flushed, teary-eyed, lips shiny with her, but smiling that soft, lovesick smile that made her heart flip.
She cupped his face and kissed him slow and sweet.
Heena said as she hugged him close in that quiet alley, "Don't worry, honey. This is just the start."
And that was exactly what happened over the next two weeks.
