Valentine's Domination

Lucia takes it on her back, legs spread, eyes locked on Christian. He shoves her flat, smacks her tits, then works two fingers between her soaked folds. Every slap makes her wetter. Nipple clamps bite down hard, her breath gone in a hiss, and the first real sting of his hand across her face leaves a flush she can’t hide. She strips at his word. Skirt hits the floor. He checks her soles with sharp slaps, watches her drip, then shoves her face to his bulge while the vibrator stays glued to her cunt. She’s not allowed to come, but she does anyway. Christian answers with a brutal palm across her swollen pussy, then forces his cock down her throat to teach her the difference between want and permission. He ties her—wrists to one post, ankles to two more—ass high, face low. The first thrust punches a grunt out of her. He fucks like he’s claiming rent, vibrator never leaving her clit, every orgasm held hostage until he feels generous. The flogger stripes her ass red, skin twitching under each lick. He mounts again, drives deeper, hips snapping until the bed creaks. When he finally lets her come it rips through her, then another right after while two fingers and the vibe milk the last tremors out. Free now except for her wrists behind her back, she’s flipped, tits slapped, thighs shoved wide. She begs. He gives it to her—hard, steady, the wand never quitting. She slips, comes without asking. Christian punishes her with a pounding that ends across her cunt in thick, hot ropes.