Fulfilling Her Obligation

Tina knew what she signed up for when she walked into that house. She let them cuff her wrists to the chair legs and pull the black ball gag between her teeth. No blindfold. She had to see everything. The guy who closed the deal stepped back and watched her, beard thick and dark against his jaw. He unbuckled his jeans, fisted her hair, and fed his cock past the gag until her lips stretched tight around the silicone ring and his shaft. Every thrust pushed the back of her head against the wooden chair. She gagged once, recovered, kept her eyes on him the whole time. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the rope that held her ankles spread. She had forty-eight hours of this, then she walked free. Simple trade. No second chances.