Seeing her tears, Cassius's expression softened.
He reached over and began to remove the toys from her body—first the suction cups from her breasts, then the clip from her clit, then the anal beads, then the stones from her pussy.
Each removal sent a small shiver of pleasure through her, but she was too overwhelmed to fully register it.
When the last toy was removed, he untied the ropes binding her limbs. And the moment she was free, he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest.
"I'm sorry, Maria." His voice was gentle, apologetic. "I'm sorry I frightened you. That was cruel of me."
She buried her face in his neck, still crying.
"It's just what Diana and I do sometimes." He continued, stroking her hair. "She loves the feeling of being completely vulnerable—blind, bound, alone in the darkness."
"And then, right when she thinks she's been abandoned, I reveal that I was there all along."
He kissed her temple.
