Make Miss Ella Come, Part 1

Sam Solo didn’t think twice when Ella Nova texted him. He followed her out past the city limits to that boarded-up farmhouse, heart knocking in his chest like a stupid teenager. One wrong look from her at the office and he’d have jumped off a bridge. Now he’s naked except for his tie and boxer briefs, wrists and ankles buckled to a wooden X while a fat red ball gag forces his jaws apart. Ella’s in black latex that squeaks when she moves, a flogger hanging from one wrist, eyes sharp and amused. She steps in close, rubs her crotch against the thin cotton stretched over his cock. “Lucky boy,” she murmurs. “I needed a warm body for this afternoon and you were the first warm body I saw.” Her hips roll slow. Every grind drags latex across his trapped dick until he’s straining forward like an idiot. Then she steps back, lashes the flogger across his chest once, twice, until the skin flares bright red. Sam grunts into the gag, drool sliding down his chin. Ella slices the front of his briefs open with a little silver knife. His cock bounces free, already leaking. She laughs, taps the head with the handle of the flogger. “Pathetic,” she says, almost fond. She makes him thrust into nothing, just air and humiliation, while she watches. When his hips get desperate she stops him cold, plants a heel on his thigh, and holds him still. She unhooks the cross, lets him drop onto his back on the cold floor. Then she turns, plants that perfect ass right over his face, and sits. Sam’s nose and mouth disappear between latex-clad cheeks. He can’t breathe. He doesn’t fight it. She rocks, grinding her pussy down until the only air he gets is whatever leaks through the thin material when she lifts for half a second. Her hand reaches back, wraps around his shaft, strokes once, twice—enough to make his balls tighten—then lets go and slaps the aching head. He jerks, choked whimper caught behind rubber. She keeps him there, ass smothering him, hand bringing him right to the edge and yanking him back every time. His thighs shake. His mind blanks. All he knows is latex, heat, and the fact that Ella Nova is using him exactly the way she promised she would, and she hasn’t even started yet.