"Do you need a safe word?" Gael asked, watching her through their reflection on the window.
Still reeling from earlier, Angela didn't think. She shook her head. 'I trust you,' she wanted to say, but the words refused to leave her mouth as she readied herself for another round, knowing it would be a punishment. A punishment she was looking forward to.
He wasn't gentle, nor was he slow when he pushed his cock inside her. He'd barely given her a minute to adjust to the girth of his length as he began to move. He pounded furiously into her like she was his life source and he was dying. It was brutalizing. Every pound elicited sounds from Angela that were a cross between a sob and a moan.
She forgot about where she was. That she was in New York, with Gael, in his place—on the 42nd floor of a sky-rise building, at the window where someone could see them. But her mind pushed everything else out; there were only the two of them and no one else.
