Asphyxia's Initiation

Asphyxia Noir hits the Upper Floor and walks straight into the real thing. A blonde man with cold eyes and a cock built for damage waits there. He takes one look, grabs her by the hair, and starts her lesson. She drops to her knees. He feeds her his length until her throat spasms and tears cut dark lines through her eyeliner. When he hauls her up, she turns, spreads, and offers her ass without a word. The first thrust punches the air from her lungs. He pushes deeper, forces past the ring of muscle, stretches her until every inch is buried. She claws the leather bench while he pins her wrists and slams harder. Each stroke knocks the fight out of her and replaces it with something raw and shaking. He tightens a belt around her neck, just enough to blur the edges, and keeps fucking her ass like he owns the space inside. She comes with a broken sound, body jerking, ass gripping him tight. He finishes deep, flooding her, then lets the belt fall loose. She stays bent over, breathing hard, marked and used, already wanting the next round.