He taped me up like trash — hands bound to feet behind my back — completely helpless ?. I could barely get air when he flipped me stomach-down on the table, my ass in the air, pussy throbbing even as I trembled ?. Then I felt it… his cock forcing its way into my mouth. No warm-up. No mercy.
Alexander shoved himself deep down my throat until I gagged, drool spilling everywhere, running down my chin like I’m some mindless cum-drooling bitch ?. He slapped my face over and over — sting after sting — each one making me wetter, needier ?. I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t. And I didn’t want to.
When he pulled out, I whimpered… until I heard the whip on my ass ?. But I couldn’t escape. I was his. His toy. His training slut ?.
He rolled me onto my side, legs still bound, holes exposed. He didn’t ask — he just punched his cock into my ass, then my pussy, switching between them like he owned both. And maybe he does. By the time he pulled out and painted my face with hot,
