Sinnamon Love and Harry the Goblin

Harry stepped in from New York and his grin widened the second he saw Sinnamon stretched out for him. He wanted her mouth shut tight, so he slid the black ball gag between her teeth and buckled it hard at the nape of her neck. The leather bit into her skin while drool started to gather at the corner of her lip. He left her hair loose, black strands spilling over the bench, and got straight to tying her down. Rope loops locked her wrists, then her ankles, every knot pulled snug so she couldn’t shift an inch. The leather cuffs that followed dug deeper, keeping her open, ready, and completely at his mercy. He took his time, checking each strap, letting the silence stretch until the only sound was her breathing through her nose. This is just a quick taste. A bigger session drops later this week.