Deceit and Desire, Part 1

Late at night, Davey Faye stays behind at the office. Fox Acecaria walks in, crying car trouble, wanting the phone. Davey senses the lie but still follows her out to a dark warehouse when she admits the real pull. Inside waits a cross and a wall full of leather and chains. Davey doesn’t stop her from buckling wrists to the wood. Fox drops the act, demands dirt on Davey’s boss. Davey shakes their head. Fox pulls on boxing gloves and hammers punches into Davey’s ribs and stomach, every hit met with the same answer. The gloves come off. Bare fists now slap skin, grab ass, shove fingers between spread thighs. Davey moans, almost forgets why they’re chained. Fox trades fists for a leather flogger, stripes flashing red across Davey’s back. Then she shoves Davey facedown over a low wooden box, wrists and ankles chained tight, ass raised. Slick fingers push into Davey’s pussy, working deep before Fox straps on and drives the dildo in. She climbs up, riding hard, hips slapping until Davey can’t lie anymore. Flipped onto their back, legs held wide, Davey takes every thrust, begging louder each time Fox bottoms out. Fox flips them again, works a thick red glass plug into Davey’s ass, makes them clench around it while the strap-on keeps pounding the front. Davey shakes, breaks, promises anything if Fox just keeps fucking them like that. Left chained and spent, Davey will talk.