Pleasure, is good

Mila craves games. The rough kind. When her master pulls the ropes tight, she stops thinking. Nothing exists except the sting on her skin and the heavy throb between her legs. She offers herself up completely. Body. Mind. Every shudder and gasp belongs to him. The moment the knots bite in, she melts into that sweet ache. Pain cuts through her, pleasure follows right behind, and she’s lost in both. He holds her there, waiting, watching. She waits too. For whatever comes next.