His First Time

Brogan's first time under a woman's hand. Nervous. Arson Leigh steps in, all black latex and cold control. She presses him back to the wall, shackled and already sweating, then straps spikes across his arches. Stand flat and he bleeds. Lean wrong and he learns. Arson swings a baton into his inner thighs, follows it with cane strokes that bloom red. Every breath is a test. She moves him to a high metal chair, fingers his hole, then slips a steel sound down his cock. He shakes, dripping sweat. She lets him taste the warm steel, kisses him once, hard. On the box now, tongue on her boot heels. Teeth rip her nylons, mouth working her toes like he was born to it. Arson clips a zipper across his chest, sucks him for thirty seconds, then straps on and drives into his ass. He starts to like it too much; she rips the zipper free mid-thrust. Pain snaps through him. She climbs on, wet and impatient, tells him to fuck. He obeys. Hard. Deep. Arson cums first, shaking, then Brogan unloads inside her, thick cream spilling out around his cock.