"Why are you even asking? Come, fuck me."
Madeline smirked as she lay comfortably across the bed, utterly relaxed.
Instead of answering, Seamus's gaze drifted toward the sticky stocking abandoned near the edge of the mattress.
He picked it up, then reached for her wrists and used it to bind both of her hands together. Madeline blinked at him, clearly confused by the sudden shift.
Still, the position only made her look more enticing. Her arms were stretched above her head, forcing her chest forward, her breasts lifted and full.
She looked helpless, exposed, and undeniably tempting.
"Oh wow. So the still-growing brat really does have strange tastes," she scoffed.
"And you tied me up with something soaked in your cum. That is disgusting."
"Just deal with it for a moment," he replied casually. "Let's make this more fun."
His hands moved to her chest, kneading her breasts slowly but harsh enough to make her gasp.
