The Astonishing Ela Darling

Ela Darling fills the room like a lit fuse. The kitchen’s a wreck. Your fault. Those dishes never got clean, and she can smell it on you. She points a finger and orders you to strip. Naked, on your knees. She plants her bare foot on the counter, toes flexing, and tells you to start again with your tongue. You lick suds off porcelain until your jaw aches. When she catches you staring at her cunt instead, she grabs the dildo waiting beside the sink and slaps it against your cheek. She laughs, low and sharp, then shoves the thick toy between your lips. Every time you gag she laughs harder. When your mouth’s dripping she bends you forward and cracks a wooden spoon across your ass. The smack echoes. She hits you again, harder, until each cheek glows hot. She grabs your hair, yanks your head back, and makes you thank her after every strike. Sweat beads on your forehead; your cock throbs untouched. She notices, presses the sole of her foot down on it, grinding until it hurts. You’re shaking. She’s not even breathing heavy. She leans close, eyes shining, and whispers that you’ll earn the right to come only when the counters sparkle and every inch of her foot is spotless. The spoon rises again. You brace. The ache is just beginning.