My Little Whore 2

Jessica's back, same game, more teeth. She has him on his knees now, her bitch in the collar she locked the last time she caught him with his pants down and the books cooking. Black latex hugs her like a second skin and the toys clatter when she drops the bag. She shoves the thick dildo between his lips before he can think. “Suck it like you mean it,” she tells him. He does, eyes already glassy. Once it’s slick she rips it out and swings the flogger across his bare shoulders, hard enough to leave red lines. The crop follows—snap, sting, another snap—then her bare palm cracks across the same marks. He jerks but stays put, breath stuttering. She grabs a fistful of his hair, forces the dildo back down his throat, and smiles when he gags. Every hit lands with purpose. Every gag fuels her.