Ravished by the Wrong Man

Lia Lor ties herself to the bed for her husband, naked except for the rope biting into her wrists and ankles. A note on the front door tells him to pretend he's a stranger who came to break her. She leaves the front door unlocked, spreads her legs, and waits. James shows up first. He reads the note, steps inside, and finds her already wet and helpless. He doesn't say a word—just walks over, yanks the ball gag between her teeth, and tightens the strap until it cuts into her cheeks. Lia’s eyes go wide, but the gag swallows every sound. He strips fast, cock already thick and heavy. He climbs between her spread thighs and shoves in without warning. She tries to twist away, but the ropes hold. He grabs her hips, slams deeper, fucks her hard enough the headboard cracks the wall. Sweat beads on his chest. Every thrust knocks the air out of her. When he flips her onto her stomach, the rope twists tighter around her wrists. He spits on her asshole, lines up, and pushes the fat head past the tight ring. She strains and shakes, but he keeps going, inch by inch, until his balls rest against her ass. Then he starts pounding—short, brutal strokes that make her hole grip and flutter around him. He grips the back of her neck, uses the leverage to drive in even harder. He doesn’t slow down until he’s finished, pulling out only after he’s pumped her full. Lia stays bound, drooling around the gag, hole twitching, come leaking down her thigh.