Breaking Bad: Episode 3

Drake struts in like he owns the room, but Aiden Starr makes quick work of that swagger. One look, one word, and the cocky grin cracks. She works him over, bare skin under bright lights, every strike of the whip biting deeper until his shoulders twitch and his breath comes ragged. Electrodes snap on next, jolts punching through his nerves until his legs shake, and the clamps bite down hard enough to drag curses from his throat. Tied tight, muscles flexing against the ropes, he takes what she gives. Prostate milking leaves him leaking and desperate. She straps on, fucks him deep and steady, his own cock ignored while she uses him. Orgasm denied until his voice breaks. By the end, he’s on his knees, head down, stripped of the front he walked in with. He’s got plenty left to learn, still fighting himself, still holding back, yet he keeps coming back, hungry for whatever she decides to take next.