The King's Feast

Tommy King waits on the table like a meal already plated. Wrists and ankles lashed tight, body stretched, waiting for what comes next. You see the pins clipped along her ribs, nipples, inner thighs. Her breath quickens every time the wood tugs. You pick up the cane first. One hard stroke across her ass and she jerks hard against the ropes, teeth sinking into her lip. You keep the rhythm brutal and steady, watching red lines rise. When the cane clatters down you reach for the thick dildo and shove it straight into her cunt without warning. She moans loud, cunt clenching around the silicone, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. She stays open for every thrust you give her, cunt dripping down her thighs while the pins bite deeper with every jolt. Her voice cracks when she begs for more. You give it to her hard, the way she was made to take it.