Chapter 4: Climax
Tim paused, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat as he looked down at her. He stepped back, his gaze roaming over her bruised and reddened flesh, his cock throbbing with unspent desire. He reached for the leash, his grip tight as he led Lindsey away from the desk, across the room toward the dimly lit back room.
Lindsey stumbled, her legs wobbling as she tried to keep up with his brisk pace. She could see the room before her, the walls lined with BDSM implements—whips, paddles, and canes, tethered to hooks on the wall, their shadows dancing menacingly in the low light.
But what caught Lindsey's eye, and sent a jolt of terror through her, was the punishment bench in the corner. It was a brutal, medieval-looking thing, with thick, wooden legs and a flat, padded top, tied down with leather straps at the corners and in the middle.
Tim saw the fear in her eyes as she stumbled to a halt, her gaze locked on the bench. He smirked, his grip tightening on the leash, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. "You see that, Lindsey?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "That's where you're going to spend the night."
Lindsey's breath hitched, her eyes wide with terror. "No, please," she begged, her voice little more than a whimper. "I can't—"
Tim interrupted her, his voice firm and unyielding.
"You fucked up, kid. You need to learn your lesson." He tugged on the leash, forcing her to stumble forward. She caught herself on the edge of the bench, her knuckles white as she gripped the smooth, wooden surface.
Tim could see the terror in her eyes, the way her body trembled with a mix of fear and arousal. He knew he had her right where he wanted her—scared, vulnerable, and desperate for his approval.
He pushed her up onto the bench, his grip on the leash unyielding. "Climb on," he commanded, his voice a harsh growl.
Lindsey hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting nervously around the room, her gaze landing on the various implements hanging on the walls. She swallowed hard, her body trembling with fear and anticipation.
"Please, no—" she started, but Tim cut her off with a harsh "Shut up." He unclipped the leash from her collar and proceeded to tie her down to the bench, his movements brisk and efficient. He secured her wrists to the leather cuffs at the corners, her ankles to those at the bottom, and then her waist to the one in the middle. She was spread out, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. She could feel the cool, smooth leather against her bare skin, the straps tightening around her limbs, the metal buckles cold against her flesh. She tugged at the restraints, testing their hold, but they didn't give an inch. She was trapped, helpless, and the realization sent a shiver of panic through her. Tim stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her tied down and exposed.
He smirked, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants at the sight of her helplessness. He walked over to the wall of implements, his eyes scanning the various tools of his trade. He reached for a specific one—a butt plug with a pig tail attached. He picked it up, holding it up for Lindsey to see, a cruel glint in his eye. "You've never had one of these before, have you, Lindsey?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Lindsey's eyes widened in fear and disbelief as she took in the strange, frightening object. She shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line, her jaw clenched tight. "Please, no—" she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. Tim just smirked, stepping closer to the bench.
He lubed up the butt plug, his fingers slipping and sliding against the slick substance. He held it up for a moment, his eyes locked onto Lindsey's, a cruel glint shining in their depths. "Good," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of satisfaction curling his lips. "We'll make this a night to remember."
He moved behind her, his lubed-up fingers hovering over her puckered hole. Lindsey tensed, her body writhing against the restraints, her eyes screwed shut in anticipation of the intrusion. "Tim, please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I—I can't."
Tim ignored her pleas, his fingers pushing the lubed-up plug against her tight entrance. "Relax, Lindsey," he growled, his voice low and commanding.
"You know this is what you deserve."
He thrust the plug into her, the sudden intrusion sending a sharp pain radiating through her body.
Lindsey cried out, her body tensing, her fingers clawing at the leather straps, her nails digging into the smooth material. "Ah, god, please, it's too big!" she shouted, her body writhing in surprise.
Tim ignored her cries, his grip on the plug firm and unyielding. "That's the point, Lindsey," he snarled, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "This is your punishment."
He twisted the plug slightly, the sharp movement sending waves of discomfort coursing through her. Lindsey's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around the intrusion, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Tim couldn't deny the thrill he felt at her discomfort, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. He reached for the nipple clamps hanging on the wall beside him, their cold, hard metal gleaming in the dim light. He held them up for Lindsey to see, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Time to up the ante," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "You've been a very naughty girl, Lindsey," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "And naughty girls need to be punished in more ways than one." He moved to stand beside her head, his grip on the nipple clamps tight and unyielding. "Open your eyes, Lindsey," he commanded, his voice a harsh growl.
Lindsey's eyelids fluttered open, her blue eyes meeting his intense green gaze. He leaned over her, the cold metal of the nipple clamps glinting in the dim light, and with a swift, cruel movement, he attached one to her left nipple. Lindsey gasped, her back arching off the bench, her body convulsing as a sharp, searing pain radiated through her breast. "Ahh!" she cried out, her fingers clawing at the leather straps, her nails digging into the smooth material. Tim watched her struggle, his eyes fixed on her face, taking in her discomfort. He smirked, his grip on the second clamp tightening. "Keep still, Lindsey," he growled, his voice a low rumble, a hint of sadistic pleasure curling his lips.
Then he attached the other one, the metal biting into her right nipple, her body arching again as she whimpered in pain. He leaned back, his eyes roaming over her body, admiring the way her breasts heaved with her rapid breaths, the nipple clamps pulling and twisting with every movement. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the way her body shivered with a mix of pain and arousal.
"Please, Tim," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper, her eyes filled with tears. "Please, it's too much."
Tim chuckled, a low, dark sound, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "That's the point, Lindsey," he said, his voice dripping with malice.
He leaned down, pulling lightly on the chain connecting the two clamps, causing Lindsey to cry out in agony as the metal bit deeper into her nipples. The sudden, sharp tug radiated through her chest, her body convulsing against the restraints as she tried to escape the excruciating sensation. Tim watched her struggle, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction. He knew that the feeling was intense, that she was close to her breaking point, and he reveled in it. "You're going to learn your lesson," he snarled, his grip on the chain tightening, the metal cutting deeper into her delicate skin. Lindsey's breath hitched, her body trembling with each little tug on the chain, the pain almost unbearable. "Please, please stop," she begged, her voice little more than a choked sob.
"I can't take anymore."
Tim ignored her pleas, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He moved down, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could see the evidence of her arousal, the wetness coating her inner thighs, and he growled in approval. He realized that this was not a punishment for her. She liked it! But he went on pretending. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're so wet, Lindsey. Wet for me."
He trailed a finger through her wetness, her body jerking at the sudden intrusion. "Tim, no—" she started, but he cut her off with a harsh, "Shut up." His eyes had narrowed, his focus entirely on her wet, glistening pussy. He reached behind him, his hand gripping the slapper hanging on the wall. He brought it down between her thighs, the sudden sting causing her to cry out and jerk against the restraints. "Fuck" she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. Tim smirked, his eyes never leaving her cunt. "That was for not learning your lesson the first time, Lindsey," he growled, his voice thick with lust and anger. "And this," he said, raising the slapper again and bringing it down harder this time, "is for not keeping your legs spread like a good little slut." Lindsey screamed, her body convulsing as the sharp sting radiated through her clit. But the more he slapped her clit, the wetter she got. Her juices flowed freely, coating her thighs and dripping onto the bench below. Tim could see it, could smell it—the heady, musky scent of her arousal filling the room, intoxicating him, driving him mad with desire. He wanted to taste her, to devour her, to fuck her senseless.
"Fuck, Lindsey," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Look at this cunt. It's so fucking wet. So fucking ready for me, isn't it?"
Lindsey whimpered, her body writhing on the bench, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Her nipples throbbed with a strange, unwanted arousal as Tim tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps, sending a fresh jolt of agony radiating through her chest. She arched her back, her fingers clawing at the leather restraints, her knuckles white with the effort of trying to escape the excruciating sensation.
"Please, Tim," she begged, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Please, it's too much. I can't—I can't take it anymore."
Tim's eyes were fixed on her heaving breasts, his gaze intense and predatory. He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at her helplessness.
He alternated between slapping her clit with the slapper and tugging on the chain connecting her nipple clamps, each action eliciting a different cry of pleasure from her. Lindsey's body convulsed with each stinging slap, her clit throbbing with arousal. Each tug on the chain sent a fresh wave crashing through her breasts, the sharp sensation radiating down to her core, making her cunt clench and drip with desperate need.
Tim watched her writhe, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He loved seeing her like this, helpless, at his mercy, her body betraying her mind's desperate pleas for mercy.
But he wasn't done with her yet. He turned his attention to the pig tail sticking out of her ass, a cruel, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
"You know what this is for, don't you, Lindsey?" he asked, his voice a low growl, as he ran a finger along the length of the tail. Lindsey whimpered, her body tensing, her hips squirming against the restraints. "It's for you being a naughty girl, a slut who can't follow instructions," he said, his voice dripping with malice. He tugged on the tail, causing Lindsey to cry out, her body arching off the bench. "Please, Tim, no more," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper.
But Tim just smirked, his grip on the tail tightening.
"Squeal, little piggy," he said, his voice a low, mocking laugh as he began to move the plug in and out of her ass, the tail bobbing and swaying with each thrust. Lindsey cried out, her body convulsing with each movement, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate plea, "please stop. It's too much."
Tim just chuckled, his grip on the tail never loosening, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he watched her squirm and writhe beneath him. "You're such a little slut, aren't you, Lindsey?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and contempt. "You love it when I fuck your ass, don't you?
You're such a filthy little piggy," Tim said, his voice a low, cruel growl as he continued to pump the butt plug in and out of her ass, the tail swinging and swaying with each thrust. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick her clit, the sudden contact sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Lindsey cried out, her body convulsing from the dual assault, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Oh, god, Tim... fuck," she moaned, her body writhing on the bench, her hips bucking against his face, desperate for more.
Tim growled, his grip on the tail tightening as he continued to fuck her ass with the plug, his tongue swirling and flicking against her clit, tasting her arousal.
"What do good little piggies say, Lindsey?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
Lindsey whimpered, her body writhing and squirming as he spoke, her mind a jumbled mess of pain, pleasure, and humiliation. She knew what he wanted her to say, but her pride rebelled against it. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut, her body tensing as she tried to deny him the words.
Tim chuckled, a dark, cruel sound, as he tugged on the tail, causing Lindsey to yelp in surprise. "I asked you a question, Lindsey," he said, his voice a low, threatening growl. "And I expect an answer." He pulled the tail harder, the plug shifting inside her, sending a sharp, painful jolt through her body.
"What do you say, Lindsey?" he growled, his voice low and threatening.
With a sudden, swift movement, Tim let go of the tail and replaced it with his cock, thrusting it into her ass with a single, brutal motion. Lindsey screamed, her body convulsing with the sudden intrusion, her fingers clawing at the leather straps, her nails digging into the smooth material.
In that moment of overwhelming sensation, she finally caved, a desperate, humiliated plea escaping her lips. "Oink, oink, oink," she gasped, her voice barely audible, her cheeks flushed with shame and pain.
Tim paused, the plug buried deep in her ass. He looked down at her, his eyes narrowing, a cruel, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "There you go. Good little piggy slut" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
He yanked off the nipple clamps, the sudden release sending a jolt radiating through Lindsey's chest. She cried out, her body arching off the bench, her fingers clawing at the leather straps. Tim chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" he sneered, his cock throbbing at the sight of her writhing in pleasure. Lindsey's nipples felt like they were on fire, the blood rushing back into them sending sharp, stinging sensations through her breasts. "Please, Tim," she begged, her voice little more than a choked sob. "Please, I can't take anymore.
It's too much," Lindsey cried, her body writhing and squirming on the bench, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Please, Tim, please stop."
Tim chuckled, a dark, cruel sound, as he pulled out the pig tail plug from her ass. "Oh, there's more where that came from, little piggy," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Much more."
He tossed the plug aside, his eyes never leaving Lindsey's. He reached for the bucket of lube beside him, his grip tight on the handle as he poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He abruptly flipped Lindsey over and placed her on her hands and knees.
"What are you doing?" Lindsey asked, her voice a panicked whisper, her eyes darting nervously between his face and the lube-covered hand.
Tim just smirked, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. "I'm going to fuck your ass, Lindsey," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And I want you to know that I'm doing it because you deserve it."
He spat on her ass, the sudden, unexpected act causing Lindsey to gasp in shock and surprise. The warm, wet sensation sent a jolt of humiliation crashing through her, her body convulsing with the sudden, brutal intimacy.
"Tim, what—what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice a choked sob, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He ignored her plea, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He rubbed his lube-covered fingers over her asshole, his touch brutal and unyielding.
"You're going to take my cock up your ass, little piggy slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He spat on her again, the warm, wet sensation hitting her skin like a slap. "You're going to take it all and you're going to beg for more."
Lindsey whimpered, her body tensing as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her tight entrance. "Tim, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I've never—I can't—"
Tim snarled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're a dirty little piggy, Lindsey, and I know you want my cock in your ass." He spat on her again, the warm, wet sensation landing on her skin, sending a jolt of humiliation coursing through her. "Now, beg for it, little piggy. Beg me to fuck your ass."
Lindsey's eyes widened in shock and horror, her breath hitching in her throat. "I-I ..." her voice trailed off. "I want you in my ass. Please fuck my ass"
she managed to say. Her voice was filled with humiliation, but she said it. She couldn't believe she was saying those words, but she also couldn't deny the strange, twisted sense of excitement that coursed through her at the thought of him filling her up there.
Tim smirked, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's my good little piggy," he said, his voice a low, approving growl. "Say it again."
Lindsey's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she swallowed her pride and repeated the words. "Oink, oink. Please fuck my ass, Tim. I want you in my ass. Oink, oink"
Tim's cock throbbed painfully at her words, his lungs filling with a deep, primal breath. "That's it, Lindsey," he said, his voice low and menacing.
"Now take it like a good little piggy." And with that, he thrust his cock into her ass, hard and deep, causing Lindsey to cry out in surprise. The sudden intrusion sent a sharp, burning sensation radiating through her body, her fingers clawing at the leather straps as she tried to escape the overwhelming sensation. Tim didn't give her a chance to adjust, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to move, his cock pumping in and out of her ass with brutal, unyielding force. Lindsey's body tensed, her muscles clenching around his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to process the intense sensations coursing through her. "Oh god, Tim, it—it feels so good," she whimpered.
"I can't—" Her voice cut off with a sudden, desperate cry as he thrust deeper, his hips slapping against her ass with brutal force. Time seemed to slow as he fucked her, his cock filling and stretching her, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure radiating through her. Her body convulsed with each movement, her muscles clenching around his length, as if trying to pull him deeper. The room filled with the sound of their flesh meeting, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet, slick sound of her juices leaking onto the floor beneath them. Tim's grip on her hips was unyielding, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his body pounding into hers with primal, raw force. Lindsey's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing and squirming beneath him, her mind a jumbled mess of sensation and emotions.
She couldn't control herself, her body betraying her as pleasure consumed her, overwhelming her. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around Tim's cock, her hips pushing back against him, begging for more. Tim growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he increased the pace, his body slapping against hers with brutal force. Lindsey felt a warmth spreading through her, a heat that started in her core and radiated outwards, consuming her. She felt her orgasm building, a tight, coiled ball of pleasure in her belly, threatening to explode.
Suddenly, it hit her like a freight train. Lindsey's body convulsed, her muscles clenching and unclenching around Tim's cock as her orgasm tore through her. She cried out, a wild, animalistic sound, her body shuddering and jerking as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Tim felt her orgasm, her muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock, and with a final, brutal thrust, he pulled out of her ass. Before she could even catch her breath, he smacked her ass hard, the sudden sting sending a jolt of pain radiating through her body. Lindsey cried out, her body convulsing with the sudden, brutal contact. She turned her head, her eyes widening as she watched Tim move to the front of the bench, his cock thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He grabbed her chin, his grip firm and unyielding, his green eyes burning into hers. "Clean of my cock, piggy whore," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Lindsey hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and humiliation. Tim's grip on her chin tightened, forcing her to look at him. "You heard me, Lindsey. If you want to know how much of a good little piggy you are, you'll clean my cock with that filthy mouth of yours." He let go of her chin, his hand moving to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her head forward, forcing her to lower herself until her face was level with his cock. "Now, lick it, Lindsey. Taste your ass juices on me."
Lindsey's breath hitched as she hesitated, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. She could taste herself on her lips, the salty, musky flavor a stark reminder of how much she had enjoyed the brutal way he had used her.
With a tentative lick, she tasted his precum, the flavor sharp and pungent, different from the taste of herself that coated his cock. Tim's grip on her hair tightened, his cock throbbing in her face, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. "That's it, Lindsey," he growled, his voice thick with lust and approval. "Lick it. Taste how much of a dirty little piggy you are." Lindsey's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she continued to lap at his cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her lips sucking gently at the tip. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, his cock growing impossibly hard as she sucked and licked, taking him deeper into her throat with each pass. Tim's body was taut, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back his release.
He felt his orgasm building, a slow, steady burn deep in his belly, threatening to consume him. But he wasn't ready to let go yet. Not until he was done with his little piggy slut. He wanted to make her suffer, to make her beg for mercy before he let her have his cum. He wanted her to know who was in control, who was the master and who was the slave.
"Hold on, piggy," he growled, his voice thick with desire and cruel intent. "I have to take a leak." Lindsey's eyes widened in shock and confusion, her mouth still full of his cock. She hesitated, her body tense and unsure of what to do. Tim chuckled, a low, dark sound, as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Don't go anywhere, piggy," he said, his voice a low, threatening growl.
Then, before she could react, he stepped back and without warning, started pissing on her face.
The sudden, warm, golden stream caught Lindsey completely off guard. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief, her body instinctively jerking away from the unexpected assault. But Tim's grip on her hair kept her in place, his cock aimed right at her face. The golden stream hit her cheek, her nose, her mouth, coating her in his warm, salty piss. Lindsey gagged, her body convulsing as the foul liquid hit her tongue, her eyes watering from the pungent smell. She tried to turn her head away, tried to escape the vile torrent, but Tim's grip was unyielding, his cock moving over her face, marking her with his scent, his taste.
"Lick it, piggy," he snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Lick it all up like a good little slut."
Lindsey's body shuddered with revulsion and humiliation, but she couldn't disobey. She stuck out her tongue, her eyes watering as she tasted his piss, the salty, acrid flavor flooding her mouth. She licked at the stream, trying to get it all, her cheeks burning with shame as she heard him laugh, a cruel, satisfied sound. "That's it, Lindsey," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Clean me. Clean my piss off your face. Show me how much of a filthy little piggy you are."
Tim's body was tense, his muscles coiled with the effort of holding back his release.
But now he was done with the pretense of control. He was done with the teasing, the withholding. Now it was time for him to take what he wanted. With a final gasp, he pulled his cock from her mouth, a sharp, cruel sound escaping his lips. "Open wide, piggy," he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. Lindsey, her face still glistening with his piss, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal, complied. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes locked onto his, a silent plea for mercy in her gaze. But Tim showed no mercy. He grabbed her head, his fingers digging into her scalp as he forced his cock back into her mouth, this time not giving her a chance to lick or suck, but instead, fucking her mouth with brutal, unyielding force.
She gagged, her body convulsing as his cock hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in, her eyes tearing up from the harsh invasion. Tim snarled, his grip on her head tightening, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm. He was using her mouth like a cunt, fucking it with the same raw, primal force he had used on her ass, his cock throbbing painfully with the need for release. He wanted to make take every inch of him, to make her choke and gag on his cock until he filled her mouth with his cum. Lindsey's eyes watered, her nose running, her mascara smearing, her body writhing and squirming as she fought the gag reflex, her body desperate for air.
Tim's grip on her head was unyielding, his thighs muscles coiled tight as he pounded into her mouth, his cock throbbing painfully, his orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. Then, without warning, Tim shot his load in Lindsey's mouth.
"Swallow it, Lindsey," he growled, his voice a low, menacing snarl. "Take every fucking drop, you filthy little piggy.
Swallow it all, every last drop," Tim snarled, his cock still pulsing in Lindsey's mouth, his grip on her head unyielding. Lindsey's eyes watered, her throat working as she struggled to do as she was told, her gag reflex warring with her desire to please him. She felt his hot, salty cum filling her mouth, coating her tongue, and she swallowed, her body convulsing with each harsh gulp.
The taste of him was overwhelming, a bitter, acrid flavor that mixed with the lingering taste of his piss. It was humiliating, degrading, and yet, despite everything, Lindsey felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. She had pleased him, had done as he commanded, and in that moment, it was all that mattered. Tim watched her, his green eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as he saw her obey.
He pulled out of her mouth, his cock still throbbing, a final rope of cum spilling onto her face. Lindsey, her body still shaking from the brutal use, looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and a strange, twisted sense of accomplishment. Tim smirked, his gaze never leaving her as he grabbed a towel from the side and threw it at her. "Clean yourself off," he said, his voice a low, dismissive growl.
"And get the fuck out of here. Don't be late for work tomorrow." Lindsey nodded, her voice little more than a whisper. "Yes, Tim. I won't be late." She stood up on shaky legs, her body still trembling from the intense encounter, her mind a jumbled mess of humiliation and arousal. She quickly gathered her clothes, her eyes avoiding his as she dressed, her cheeks still flushed with shame.
"Tim, I—I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of guilt and embarrassment. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble.
I'm sorry," Lindsey said, her voice barely above a whisper as she hurriedly dressed. She couldn't meet his gaze, her eyes darting around the room instead.
Tim sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Just don't be late tomorrow, alright?" he said, his voice a bit softer than before, even hinting at a smile. Then he shot her a knowing glance, indicating he was aware that she enjoyed this session.
Lindsey nodded, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She was grateful for his change in tone, but she couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation that lingered in the pit of her stomach. "Thank you, Tim," she murmured, her eyes finally meeting his.