Lorelei Lee Day 1 Fall From Grace-The Retraining

I watch Lorelei step into the room and know right away she's trouble. The kind that needs breaking down and rebuilding. She's used to giving orders, but today the power flips hard. She doesn't fight when I tie her. Not at first. Smart girl. She remembers how this goes. Rope bites into her athletic frame, pulling her arms back, spreading her legs wide. Blonde hair falls across her face like a shield she can't hide behind anymore. I start simple. Fingers first. Then my cock. She takes it, tight and hot, but I'm not here to please her. Not yet. I push deeper, testing how much she can give before her body betrays what her mouth won't say. When I flip her over and spread her ass, she tenses. Good. The fight's still in her. The plug stretches her open slow, deliberate, until she's breathing through gritted teeth around the ball gag. Drool slips down her chin. She can't talk back now. Can't hide behind that sharp tongue. I fuck her ass like I'm claiming territory. Deep. Steady. No mercy. She shudders under me, muscles clenching, sweat beading on her back. Every thrust drives home the lesson—she's not in charge anymore. By the time I'm done, her mind's as wrecked as her body. She came when she wasn't supposed to. Twice. The third time she fought it, and lost. I leave her bound, dripping, used up. Day one of many. She's got a long way to fall before she rises again.