Princess Kali and Maximus

Maximus moves like he’s thinking too hard. Every command takes him twice as long to understand, and the swear words keep slipping out between clenched teeth. Princess Kali’s patience snaps fast. She grabs the black ball gag, forces it between his teeth and buckles it tight at the back of his head, shutting him up in one clean move. Blonde hair swings across her face as she leans in, eyes dark, daring him to try another word. The leather cuff around his wrist bites when she yanks his arm behind him and clips it to the other, locking his shoulders open. She leaves him like that—bent, breathing hard through his nose—while she preps the strap-on behind him. The first slow push makes his whole body lock; the muffled sound that comes out around the gag is raw, shocked, almost sweet. She doesn’t stop. She gives him every inch he’s earned and then some, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that turns his curses into nothing but spit and leather.