King of the Castle

New toys always hit harder. You already knew what you needed when your girl walked Kacie Castle down those steps. Fresh skin. The smell of hope still clinging to her. You wanted to be the first to drag that sweetness through the dirt. Now she kneels between your boots, mouth open, eyes wide. You put the headset on. She takes your cock like it’s the only thing keeping her from drowning. Every inch down her throat steals another piece of whatever she used to be. You wrap your hand around her neck and squeeze until the air stops. She gags, fights, then gives. The cane waits on the table. The flogger hangs by the door. You’ve got all night and a girl who still thinks she might walk out whole.