No Safeword

Kitty’s never given herself over like this. She usually breaks herself down, piece by piece, until nothing’s left. Now she kneels in front of a woman who won’t stop until she’s taken apart properly. The blonde’s arms are pulled tight behind her, rope biting into soft skin. Every knot holds her still, exposed. The dominatrix watches her like she’s already lost. She runs her fingers over Kitty’s throat, slow, until the pulse jumps under her touch. No safe word. No mercy. Just the drag of leather across bare thighs and the wet sound of a body begging for more while it tries not to move.