Princess Kali and Slave

Slave thought he could just walk in. Like that was an option. Princess Kali heard, and her eyes went black with rage. She dragged him straight to MenInPain and bound him tight—wrists pinned, boots planted hard against his ribs. Blonde hair falling over her face, she looked down like he was filth. His pants came off. Her heel pressed into his balls, steady, deliberate, making him whimper. She rode his mouth, thigh muscles flexing, riding the edge between pleasure and pain until he begged for mercy she didn’t feel like giving. Every buck of her hips, every cruel twist of her wrist reminded him exactly where a worm like him belonged: under her boot, not anywhere near her world.