Been Caught Stealing: Sophia Locke and Christian Wilde

Sophia Locke runs numbers like she runs men—hard, fast, gets what she wants. Christian Wilde runs her. Late at night he finds the missing money, calls her out, tells her to show up where no one else will see. She walks in thinking she can spin it. He already knows she can’t. No easy fix. No mercy. He walks her down into the back of a dark warehouse, rope ready. She ends up stripped and bound tight, wrists cinched, chest out, legs spread. Christian keeps his clothes on at first, just watches. Then he starts. He grabs her blond hair, shoves his cock down her throat until she gags. Every time she pulls back he slaps her face and pushes deeper. He pulls out, bends her over a crate, and fucks her hard from behind while she strains against the rope. Sweat runs down her athletic body. He uses her mouth again between positions, makes her taste herself. She cums even though she’s tied and can’t move. He keeps going until he’s finished with her, leaves her there, dripping, still knotted up in rope.