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The orgasm blows through me and steals everything.

My breath, my hearing, all intelligent thought.

Everything except the concentrated pleasure that erupts from thousands of nerve-endings in my pussy. It rockets through the rest of my body. I’m practically convulsing in my binds as it sweeps through me like pulses of electricity.

I’m wiped out.

For moments to come, I’m limp, tied up, and only half conscious.

The Warden gives me the time I need to break into pieces, and then when the dust settles, he puts me back together. The binding comes undone. Several of my limbs have gone numb. I’m slick with sweat and babbling. He slides one of my arms around his shoulders and scoops me up in his arms.

“I’d say you’ve suffered enough, bunny. Clean up time.”

Though I’m partially out of it, I recognize the change in the air. The way in which he’s gazing at me, like he yearns to kiss me… yet won’t allow himself. He won’t allow any potential emotional element at all.

Who is he and why is he so withdrawn?

Curious but depleted, it’s the last thought on my mind before I pass out.

17. Archer

Mr. Sandman - SYML

“Don’t you think it matches just perfectly?” Olivia Belini chirps, her long spider lashes fluttering with every excited blink of her eyes. Her broad, witless smile matches them.

I’m more than tuned out from her inane chitchat. She might as well be speaking another language. If one existed for brainless twits, she would be considered fluent.

I yawn as she bats her lashes and lightly scratches her manicured nails along my thigh.

“Archer,” she whines.

My mouth’s still wide open in the lengthy yawn. I look over at her in complete disinterest. Yet she still refuses to take a hint.

“Are you listening to me?” she asks.

I make no effort to hide the roll of my eyes, then check the time on my Rolex. “Go on, Olivia. Dazzle me with your stunning intellect.”

Her bottom lip pokes out in a pout. “If you’re insulting me?—”

“If you have to ask?—”

“I was asking if you liked my dress,” she says glumly. “But all you’re doing is yawning.”

“And yet you continue to prattle on.”

She huffs, folding her arms in her chair. “You asked me to watch the live show with you. I thought you wanted to spend quality time with me.”

Oh, you poor little empty-headed bimbo. This was never about quality time with the likes of you.

“I’m sorry, Olivia baby. How could I be so inconsiderate?”

“Really?”

The hope threaded into her tone makes me scoff out a laugh. “No, not really, you twit. I asked you to the show for one reason and one reason only. A warm body to occupy the space next to me. And an available pussy to fuck should I choose to later.”

“I’ve had it, Archer! You’re on your own.”

The niece of the revered Hector Belini pops to her feet and then stomps off with an indignant huff. My laughter continues long after she’s gone. Even as the players on the stage fuck each other’s brains out. Tonight it’s a pair disguised in leather hoods and other bondage gear.