Power Of Attorney

Ashley Fires knows how to flip power. She walks into her attorney’s office ready to break the woman who’s spent years keeping her out of cuffs. Roxanne Hall tries to stay cold and sharp, yet Ashley moves fast. One shove against the desk and Roxanne’s blouse is torn open, wrists lashed behind her with a leather belt. Ashley stuffs a ball gag between her teeth and tightens the buckle until Roxanne’s breath hisses through her nose. The first heavy paddle cracks across Roxanne’s ass. She flinches, then breathes slow and deep, turning pain into something wetter. Ashley keeps swinging. Each strike lands harder. Roxanne moans around the gag, hips jerking, thighs slick. When Ashley frees one ankle, Roxanne kicks, but the fight bleeds away fast. Soon she’s on her knees, tongue dragging over Ashley’s bare toes, licking between them like she needs the taste. Ashley spreads her on the desk, wrists still bound. She works four fingers into Roxanne’s cunt, then her whole fist, twisting slow while Roxanne shakes and comes without a sound. Ashley straps on, lines the thick head at Roxanne’s ass, and drives in to the hilt. She fucks hard—long, brutal strokes that slap skin and make the desk rattle. Roxanne’s eyes roll back. She takes every inch, panting through the gag, lost in the sting, the stretch, the steady rhythm of control ripped away.