Couples Therapy

She shoves the ball between his teeth and cinches the strap behind his head until his jaw locks around the rubber. The last word he might’ve tried to spit dies right there. His cock stands out hard and bare, the cut skin tight and shiny. She lashes each wrist to the steel frame above him, then yanks his ankles apart and clips them down. Now the only sound is leather creaking and his breath hissing through his nose. She steps in close, nails dragging down his chest, watching his muscles twitch. Every time he jerks against the cuffs the frame rattles. She likes the sound. Likes how the fight leaves his eyes once he realizes he’s stuck. She strokes him once, slow, almost bored, and his hips buck like they have a mind of their own. The gag keeps everything inside. She likes that too. She leans in, lips at his ear, voice low. 'We’re done talking.' Then she tightens every strap one more notch just to watch him strain. Silence. Heat. Her rules. His body. That’s all that’s left.