Make This Sale

Skye Maye's been sweating this listing for months, no bite, no ink on the paper. A place like this should sell fast—except there's a room downstairs nobody wants to talk about. Dillon sees it. He sees the whole setup, and he likes what he sees. He won't sign unless Skye proves she's got the stomach to run the dungeon with him first. She needs the sale bad, so she says yes before her brain catches up. He starts with her tits—big, heavy, already on display. Clothespins bite into the soft flesh until the skin is red and angry. Then the flogger cracks across her ass, sharp, loud, again and again until the heat spreads and her breath turns ragged. She’s wet and she hates how fast it happens. He doesn’t give her time to think. Clips stay on while he bends her over the bench, shoves his cock down her throat, then clamps electrodes against her skin and turns the dial. Every jolt makes her gag and drip at the same time. He fucks her face until spit runs down her chin and her mascara’s a wreck. When he’s ready, he takes both her holes. Cock in her cunt, thick dildo stretching her ass, working them in rhythm until she’s shaking and drooling on the leather. She comes hard, legs trembling. He keeps going until he’s finished, then pulls out and paints her face with a heavy load that drips off her chin onto her tits. The paperwork’s waiting upstairs. She wipes her mouth, stands up, and wonders if she just sold more than the house.