My House, My Rules

Lily Lane storms in, heels cracking the floor. Pierce Paris is older than her and still a lazy fuck, sprawled in a filthy room, jerking off. She yanks him off the bed, palm cracking hard across his ass. He yelps. She wants him shaking. Kicks slam between his legs, sharp and mean, again and again. She grinds her heel into his balls, twists with teeth and fingers, every move heavy with the weight of her control. Step-cest never stopped her before. She drags him downstairs to the dungeon and strings him up in tight rope, body swinging. Canes, crops, and floggers bite across his skin. Sweat, bruises, breath coming ragged. Her fingers shove straight into his ass. He likes it. She laughs, makes him ride them, spin on them, then straps on a cock bigger than his own. Fucks him open, then fists him until he’s dripping and wide. Lily rides his face next, smothering him, hips grinding until she’s soaked. Only when she’s ready does she suck him, fuck him, stroke him, pushing him past the edge until he shoots everywhere, a shaking, messy wreck in her house, under her rules.