Life is but a Sin part II

Cedar Parker drops to her knees the second the door shuts. She opens her mouth wide and swallows every inch like she hasn’t eaten in days. Her throat works, wet and hungry, while you watch tears smear her mascara. The cane rests across her bare ass, raised welts still glowing from the last round. Every time she gags she gets another stripe. She moans around the shaft, hands locked behind her back, and keeps going. Edging has turned her thighs slick; she rubs them together, desperate for friction she won’t be allowed. Sinn Sage’s voice cuts through the dungeon air—short commands, no praise yet. Cedar answers with faster strokes of her tongue, eyes locked upward, begging without a single word. The leather creaks. The cane whistles again. She shudders, keeps sucking, and waits for the next lesson.