Ana set her sketchpad aside on the dresser, the charcoal smudges still fresh on her fingers from hours of capturing Emily's bound form.
The bedroom air hung heavy with the musky scent of slick and arousal, Emily's omega essence pulling at Ana's alpha instincts like a siren's call.
It was time to take her reward.
"You look too cute, Emily. Should I take more time to draw you?"
Ana's cock throbbed hard in her pants, pre-cum soaking through the fabric as she rose from the chair and padded barefoot across the cool hardwood floor toward the bed.
Emily lay restrained in a tight crab tie, her wrists lashed securely to her ankles behind her back, forcing her body into a deep arch. Her chest thrust upward, nipples clamped and straining, while her legs splayed wide, exposing her completely.
Soft ropes bit into her pale skin, leaving faint red marks that emphasized her helplessness.
