Jason knelt behind Stella, the leash taut in his grip, pulling her head slightly to one side, her bound body trembling with anticipation.
Her ass arched perfectly, round and flushed from the crop's sharp kisses, her thighs parted just enough to reveal her pussy—glistening, swollen, pulsing with raw need.
The sight of her, so exposed, so utterly his, sent a surge of heat through his veins, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.
He let a thick string of spit fall from his lips, landing deliberately between her folds, the wet warmth mingling with her arousal.
His fingers followed—two, slow, firm—smearing the slick mixture into her slit, rubbing it into her heat, making a deliberate mess of her.
The blend of her juices and his spit dripped languidly down her inner thigh, a glistening trail that marked her surrender.
Her body shivered under his touch, a soft whimper muffled by the gag, her hips twitching as if begging for more.
Jason's hands moved to her ass, his fingers sinking into the lush flesh, spreading her cheeks wide.
He stared, transfixed, at the sight of her slick pussy, pulsing gently, clenching as if it knew his eyes were drinking it in.
The intimacy of it—the raw vulnerability—made his breath catch, his cock straining harder.
He delivered a sharp slap to one cheek—crack—the sound cutting through the room, her flesh rippling under his hand.
Then the other, the sting leaving a faint red bloom.
Her muffled moan was desperate, her body swaying, caught in the delicious limbo of pain and want.
He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, not entering, just resting there, letting her feel its weight, its heat.
Her hips shifted, chasing him, her need palpable through the restraints.
She moaned again, deep and needy, the sound vibrating through the gag, her body trembling harder.
He slapped his cock against her soaked slit—smack, smack, smack—the wet, obscene sound echoing, primal and unrestrained.
Her thighs quaked, her arousal dripping onto the sheets, a testament to her hunger.
Jason leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low, rough growl.
"You feel that?" he whispered. "That's mine."
Then he thrust forward—slow, deliberate, with a purpose that bordered on reverence.
The head of his cock parted her lips, easing in inch by torturous inch, her pussy swallowing him, warm and slick, twitching around him like it had been waiting for this moment.
Her muffled moan was broken, raw, a sound that clawed at his restraint.
He sank deeper, burying himself to the hilt, his balls pressed against her soaked folds.
He held there, hips flush against hers, letting her feel every inch, letting the fullness of him consume her.
Her pussy clenched, greedy, holding him like she never wanted to let go.
He tugged her bound wrists upward, arching her back further, the leash pulling her collar tight, forcing her to feel the strain.
Then he began to move—each thrust firm, rhythmic, a slow-building punishment.
He pulled out until only the tip remained, teasing her entrance, then drove in again, deeper, harder, claiming her with every stroke.
The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a steady percussion that matched the pounding of his pulse.
Her breasts swung with each thrust, the ropes binding them tight, the clamps tugging her swollen nipples with every movement, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure through her.
Slap, slap, slap—the sound grew louder, more insistent, a primal rhythm that echoed her muffled moans.
Her pussy clenched tighter with every thrust, gripping him like it couldn't bear his absence.
When he pulled out, slow and deliberate, she shook, her body empty and aching, only to shudder as he shoved back in, forcing his way through her slick heat, claiming her over and over.
Her moans grew frantic, her body arching, pushing back against him despite the bonds, desperate for more.
She didn't want to be fucked.
She wanted to be wrecked.
And Jason, his breath ragged, his hands gripping her hips like a lifeline, wasn't going to stop until she was shattered beneath him, until every dark craving she'd confessed was fulfilled.