He was kneeling, with his hands bound behind his back. My gift. Beautiful and defiant. The loincloth barely hid anything. My gaze slowly traced the hills and valleys, missing not a single detail. Broad shoulders, a flat belly, a trail of light hair dipping under the bandage, teasing beyond measure. Strong. Enduring. And all mine. — Into the bedroom, — I ordered without a hint of doubt. This toy will be enough for me for a long time.
Music source: Echoes Of The Deep by Sascha Ende https://filmmusic.io/ru/song/12215-echoes-of-the-deep