Linus’s voice traced the nape of Amy’s neck, low and deliberate. “What would they think,” he said, tracing the curve of her ribs with the ft of his thumb, a slow, possessive exploration, “seeing their idol like this? Half-dressed. Exposed.”

  Her breath fractured, but not from the chill—his words coiled tighter than his touch. The window framed her silhouette, backlit and blurred, a performance for the crowd below. Down below, she imagined them – faceless shadows – straining to catch a glimpse of the forbidden shape. She’d craved their gaze, but not this rawness. Or had she?

  He pressed harder, feeling her bones beneath his fingertips. Her skin was cool and slick under his fingertips, a film of nervous sweat that glistened. He hadn’t caused it, but the sight of it – this involuntary reaction – tightened something within him. “Would they even recognize you? Or would they simply see a beautiful shape against the light, anonymous, and therefore…all the more enticing?”

  His gaze dropped to her back. He didn’t need an answer- her shoulders hitched, a barely perceptible tremor running through her. The muscles along her spine coiled, resisting his touch even as they yielded.

  “How do you think they're dreaming about you today?” He shifted closer, his body a subtle weight against hers. “A princess rescued by a commoner? A delicate flower blooming with true love?” He allowed the question to hang, then his voice turned brittle. “Or a princess in trouble, needing a strong hand…a man’s help, offered in exchange for…favors? Or a bound princess, lost and at the mercy of whoever stands before her.” He paused, his fingers now still against her back. “Bound just like you are standing now."

  A gasp escaped from her—half protest, half surrender. "I…" The words died. She did love the worship, the gasps, the eyes… but this—his hands, his words—left her raw, split. She moaned, thighs trembling. "I don’t… know."

  He took her hands, palms up, and guided them, his fingers flexing around hers until her knuckles brushed against the thick ridge of his arousal. Her breath caught, a silent plea trapped in her throat.

  “Perhaps I am the commoner,” he murmured, his voice a heated whisper against her ear. “Tell me, how do you think I'm going to take you today? A willing princess, offering herself freely? Or a helpless one…moaning, crying, body arching against me even as it pleases me without your permission?”

  “People can dream how soft your breasts would be,” Linus rasped, his hands already moving, circling and squeezing. He groped, his touch becoming more insistent. “But they will never know this…this firmness beneath the softness. How it molds in my hands.” He massaged, watching her closely. “Everyone watching from their drama theater, enacting these scenes in their heads…they've probably imagined you naked at some point. But this…” He squeezed again, a possessive gesture. “…this is exclusive.”

  He forced her relentlessly toward the window, the press of his body driving the air from her lungs. His hand at the small of her back was a vise, leaving no room to retreat. She was trapped—The heat of his body bzed against her back, a stark contrast to the icy sting of the gss against her bare skin. He controlled the space, the angle, her very breath.

  He wedged himself against her from behind, a deliberate, forceful movement. The impact drove a jolt of heat through her, a sensation she instinctively resisted. "Feel this," he commanded, pressing his erection into her palm. She responded, her bound hand awkwardly stroking him. Her bound hand trembled as it brushed against him, the movement jerky and uneven. She tried to retract it, to curl inward, but the restraints held firm, forcing her compliance. A shudder ran through her, a mixture of revulsion and a sickening curiosity.

  He lowered his head and kissed her neck, then used the cloth binding her hands to pull her hips forward.

  He began to grind her against her skirt, the friction building. His teeth sank into her shoulder, stifling her cry as he tore her panties free. The fabric snagged on her thigh, then pooled at her ankles, leaving her skin exposed to the biting chill of the night air. But Linus’s hands, burning with a possessive heat, chased away the cold, searing her skin with a different kind of fire.

  He continued to thrust against her, his voice a low growl against her ear. “Nice,” he breathed. “Firm. Hot.” He traced the curve of her buttock with a hand, his fingers cwing into the flesh. ‘Look at them,’ he murmured, his voice barely audible. ‘They mold for me, don’t they?’”

  “Let’s show them how their darling looks when she’s ruined.” Suddenly, Linus’s hands dove into Amy’s hair, jerking her head back. He crashed his lips against hers, a bruising, possessive kiss. Simultaneously, his hands resumed their exploration, groping at her breasts. He pinched and squeezed, noting the immediate reaction. Her nipples were hard, small peaks against his palms.

  He broke the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it, pulling her closer to the window. She gasped for air, tasting blood and his dominance.

  "On your knees," he commanded, his voice devoid of any tenderness.

  He didn’t wait for a response. He forced her down, dropping her into the position. Her bound hands hampered her bance, making her movements clumsy and reliant on his control. “Open,” he said, thumb prying her jaw wide. She gagged as he forced himself into her mouth, salt and bitterness flooding her throat. He controlled the pace, the depth, the entirety of the experience.

  “You do look beautiful down there,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “A vision. Something commoners can only dream about.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “They’ll picture this, won’t they? How you look on your knees, how hot your mouth is. They’ll imagine it, and their imaginations will fall far short.”

  He seized a handful of her hair, yanking her head back with a violent jerk. He dictated the speed, the rhythm. Linus watched her carefully, registering the subtle tremor in her jaw, the glint of moisture welling in her eyes. He saw the tears forming, but she kept her gaze locked on his. A fragile strand of defiance, or simply a desperate plea for…something. He couldn’t decide. And, at this moment, he didn’t care.

  “Look at you,” he sneered, his voice thick with mock reverence as he drove deeper, her throat fluttering around him. “You’re better like this. No scripts, no lies.” His thumb swiped at the saliva streaking her chin, smearing it across her cheek. “They’d pay fortunes to see this—your mascara ruined, on your knees. But know one except me will know this look.”

  With both hands on her head, he pinned her, driving in and out, past her wet lips. She gasped and struggled against the urge to gag as he shoved deeper, vioting her mouth. He felt the slickness of her saliva mingling with his, a hot, degrading film coating her lips. The rhythm of his movements forced her mouth open further, stretching the skin until it burned.

  Her knees burned against the floor, her wrists raw from the bindings. Yet the heat pooling low in her stomach betrayed her. Not love, a desperate, fractured thought cwed at her consciousness. But her hips arched, a traitorous response, seeking – despite herself – the grating friction. It wasn’t pleasure. It was… surrender.

  The cold gss at her back, his hands in her hair—it was violent, humiliating… electrifying. She whimpered around him, the sound muffled, pathetic. The question tore through her, as his hand tightened on her jaw. Her lips trembled, tasting salt and shame. Is this how they’d want me?

  When he finally pulled away, her lips were bruised, and her chin glistened. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as he released her. With one hand, he reached behind her, seizing the cloth that tied her hands, and yanked her to her feet. Amy stumbled, her legs shaky and unsteady.

  He twisted her around, shoving her so abruptly that she smmed against the cold gss, the impact stealing her breath. The chill seeped into her skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat of her freshly vioted mouth.

  Standing behind her, he cmped her hips tightly. With a swift movement, Linus yanked up her skirt, exposing her completely. He jammed against her, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear. “Let them see the truth of you,” he rasped, his voice a venomous whisper. "Let them see the need in your eyes as you take me in.”

  He thrust into her from behind as he used one hand on her hip to steer her movements, while the other gripped her thigh for leverage. His fingers dug into her skin, holding her firmly in pce as he started to move. He pushed into her body, each thrust deliberate and possessive. Her palms fttened against the cold gss, desperately searching for purchase as he drove into her. The pane vibrated with each thrust, the rattling a jarring counterpoint to the frantic rhythm of their bodies. She could feel the chill radiating through the gss, numbing her skin.

  Amy’s breath plumed the gss, obscuring her face in a swirling mist. Through the condensation, her eyes bzed with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, brimming with unshed tears, and her mind was a tumultuous storm of shame that threatened to consume her. But even as she fought the urge to scream, her body seemed to anticipate his movements, an instinctual response that betrayed her will.

  The room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, of Linus's harsh breaths, and of Amy's soft, helpless gasps. He reveled in the sensation, in the sight of her face pressed against the window, in the knowledge that she was his to control, to dominate.

  "Show them, Amy," Linus demanded, his voice a cruel, breathless rasp. "Show them how you look when you're pleasing this commoner." He thrust faster, his hips spping against her, the sound echoing obscenely around the room. "Moan louder, Amy," he commanded, fingers circling her throat. "Show them how it feels. Let them hear your moaning voice so they know!"

  Amy's moans rose louder, her voice with each thrust. It was a shy, reluctant sound. She wanted to please Linus. Her body shivered in his grasp. A squelching noise punctuated his movements, a raw, intimate sound that filled the air.

  Linus leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck. "They will never know how wonderful and tight you feel around me," he hissed, gripping her hair tightly in one hand. He snapped her head back, forcing her to look up, to see her reflection in the window, to see the imagined crowd below.

  Amy's face crimsoned a deep, humiliated red. She could see her reflection, her mouth parted, her tongue slightly out, her breasts bouncing with each of Linus's thrusts. He drove himself as deep as possible, his fingers digging firmly into her thighs, squeezing and releasing in rhythm with his movements.

  Her breath spasmed, her moans growing louder despite her shyness. Linus's grip on her hair tightened, his eyes locked onto her reflection. He savored in the sight of her, in the knowledge that he was the one controlling her, the one drawing those sounds from her. He loved how the magnified sense of power coursed through him as he knew only he could make her feel this.

  Linus's voice was a harsh, relentless whisper, His voice, a rough rasp, grated against her ear. "Louder, Amy." Amy's helpless gasps and growing moans mingled with his words, creating a brutal symphony of his dominance and her submission.

  Suddenly, Linus stopped. He pulled out, his breath ragged. With a firm grip on her shoulders, he spun Amy around and pushed her until her back hit the wall beside the window. Her body thudded softly against the cold, unyielding surface, her breath hitching from the impact. Amy's eyes were wide, her lips parted, her chest heaving as she looked up at him, waiting for his next command.

  Linus reached down, his hands sliding beneath Amy's firm, young ass. With a swift, strong motion, he lifted her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Wrap your legs around me, Amy," he instructed, lifting her higher. Her legs cmped around him, her vision whiting out. Fame had never felt like this—consuming, annihiting.

  Amy gasped, her breath hitching as she felt him against her. Linus lifted her slightly higher as he pressed himself against her. Her body seemed to betray her, her knees lifting without conscious thought, offering him easier access.

  Linus squeezed her ass tightly, his fingers pressing firmly into her skin. He started to push into her, his eyes locked onto hers, watching every flicker of emotion, every helpless gasp.

  Amy's bound hands made it difficult for her to manage her bance. She was at the mercy of Linus's grip, his body pressing her against the wall, the cold surface offering some sembnce of support.

  A low, helpless moan quivered her lips as Linus once again started to stretch the entrance to her tight, wet center. "Uuuuhhhhnnnn," she cried out, her voice a mix of discomfort and reluctant pleasure.

  Linus and Amy were open to the outside world and he rolled his hips slowly, affording the world a rippling view of Amy’s tits bouncing and quaking while at his mercy.

  "Work, Princess," Linus demanded, his voice a harsh, taunting whisper. "Show how much this commoner means to you."

  Awkwardly, with her back pressed firmly against the wall, Amy began to roll her hips. Her movements were clumsy, her bance precarious, but she complied with his. Her head filed from side to side, her long, lustrous hair swirling about her face. Her eyes were closed tightly, her lips and face had taken a rose shine as she succumbed to the waves of sensation coursing through her.

  Linus flexed his hips slowly, pulling back until just the tip remained within her. He reveled in the sight of her, in the sounds of her helpless moans, in the knowledge that she was his to control, to dominate.

  Linus paused for just a second, his body tense, his breath held. Then, with a sudden, brutal thrust, he smmed into her.

  A loud gasp of pain escaped Amy's lips. "OOOOOHHHH!" she cried out, her voice filling the room. Linus felt the tight walls give way as he buried the full length deep within her. Her body convulsed, her bound hands trying to brace the wall for support. She id her head on his shoulder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body shaking and quivering against him.

  Linus pinned her tightly, his groin pressed firmly against her. He could feel her body adjusting to his invading presence, could feel the tiny, involuntary spasms of her inner muscles as they struggled to accommodate him.

  Linus devoured down, his eyes drawn to Amy's firm, young breasts heaving alluringly with each ragged breath. He slowly pulled, feeling her tight walls gripping him, trying to hold him in. Then, with a powerful, merciless thrust, he rammed back into her.

  Amy snapped her head back, a loud, helpless moan tearing from her lips. "AAAAAHHHH!" she cried out, her body convulsing as he tore deep into her gripping sheath. Linus held onto her lush, young ass firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he angled up slightly, concentrating his thrusts on the upper folds of soft, quivering flesh inside her.

  The room filled with the raw, primal sounds of their lovemaking. The rhythmic grinding of their joined bodies shook the walls, the very room becoming a part of their savage dance. His harsh breathing, her helpless gasps, and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies meeting and parting created a symphony of his control and her submission.

  Linus leaned in, his breath hot on Amy's ear, even as he continued to ram into her. "Do you think people can hear us, Amy?" he growled, his voice a harsh, taunting whisper. "Down on the street, or in the next room? Will they know it’s the famous Amy moaning and moving her body against me?"

  As if on cue, Amy released a wail of pleasure, her body convulsing as an intense orgasm tore through her. Linus secured her tightly, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm, driving the full length into her again and again. Amy trembled and jerked, her body impaled on his thrusting manhood, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

  With a sudden movement, Linus carried her to the window, pressing her back firmly against the cold gss. "Show them," he demanded, his voice a cruel, triumphant whisper. He ughed quietly, his hips grinding firmly against hers as he settled into her, watching his body enter hers with a predatory focus. "Show them how your body quivers when it’s with me."

  Amy's eyes quivered open, her gaze unfocused, her body shaking and quivering with the force of her orgasm. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. Linus cmped her ass tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he continued to thrust into her.

  He chuckles softly, a lurid sound near Amy’s ear. “Wiggle those hips. Show them how you like it, little bird.” Her body had no thought but to comply, a willing submission that thrilled him.

  Linus’s hands locked around her waist, and for a heartbeat, Amy felt weightless—then the mattress smmed into her back, the impact jolting her ribs. Before she could gasp, he seized her ankles, yanking her legs upward. Her calves folded against his shoulders, the stretch burning her hamstrings. She cwed at the sheets, but the bindings bit into her wrists, leaving her pinned as he loomed over her. “Stay,” he ordered, though she couldn’t have moved if she tried.

  With his hands firmly gripping her thighs, he powered all the way into her, burying it as deep as he could. He held onto her thighs tightly as she spasmed and shook underneath him, her body contorting with the force of his invasion.

  A stream of moans and groans escaped Amy's lips as she adjusted to the feel of his engorged member stretching her wide open. Linus looked down, his gaze locked on the sight of her round, young ass pressed tightly against his groin. He started pistoning hard, deep, and fast, his hips pistoning against her.

  Then, he slowed his pace, bringing her legs up to rest on his shoulders. Amy was lithe and flexible, her legs folding up easily as he extended them straight up on each side of his chest. She leaned slightly further back, and he let her calves come down to rest on his shoulders. She y now totally spyed out in front of him, her body open and vulnerable.

  Linus wrapped his hands around her slim ankles as he slid until the tip was caught at her steamy little opening. He forced her legs even further apart, pushing them against her to spread her out as much as she could go. With the tip nestled tightly between her clinging bia, he smmed his hips forward, driving deep into her once again.

  Amy's cry of pleasure echoed through the room, her body arching as he hit her very core. He braced his stance to exert the hardest thrusts he could and began ravaging her with unrestrained passion. Both of them were feeling the lust pouring into her body. The opening he was penetrating was submitting to his wanton drives. Linus relentlessly drove his ruthless strides. In all teary eyes and choked moans, Amy could not do more than just yield to Linus' use of her body as he pleased.

  Amy was breathless, her chest heaving as she panted. A fine sheen of perspiration slicked on her smooth, young skin, highlighting the flush across her body. Her breath hitched and gasped as Linus concentrated the angle of his penetration, hitting the roof of her with each powerful thrust. This was all new to Amy; her mind raced, struggling to process the flood of sensations coursing through her body.

  A continuous stream of groans and squeals escaped her lips as Linus moved within her, deep and hard.

  It began as a spark—a flicker of heat low in her belly—then erupted. Her back bowed off the bed, muscles taut, and a ragged cry tore from her throat. The world narrowed to the relentless drag of him inside her, the friction igniting every nerve. Her thighs trembled, toes curling against his shoulders, and she choked on air as the pleasure crested, sharp and suffocating. No, no, no— But her body betrayed her, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, chasing the shameful, electric high.

  Linus could feel the tremors coursing through her body, her legs high and wide in his grip. He continued smming into her, her body spasming in pleasure beneath him. Watching her twist and shake in ecstasy under his thrusts brought Linus to the verge of his own climax.

  "OH AMY, you're mine, no matter how many eyes are on you on the outside, your insides belong to me. Heart, mind, and this wonderful pleasure box!!" His rhythm fractured, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. A guttural groan exploded from his chest, and Amy felt it—the hot, pulsing release, the possessive cim flooding her. She flinched at the intimacy, her walls clenching reflexively, but he held her hips in pce, grinding deeper as if to brand her. “Mine,” he rasped, breath scorching her neck. “Every drop. Remember this.” His fingers cwed into her thighs, leaving crescent moons in their wake, and she shuddered as the st shuddering waves of his climax echoed through her.

  Amy turned her head, and the reflection stared back—a stranger. Mascara streaked her cheeks like ink, her lips raw and parted. Her skin glowed, flushed and feverish, but her eyes… hollow, yet alight. Ruined. The word slithered through her mind. Or reborn?

  The ghost of his words lingered: They’re watching.

  She shut her eyes.

  In the dark, the appuse began.