Cabo, the Return. Part 2

Jenni Lee thought she knew heat until the Mexican sun and Sgt. Major’s hands were on her. He stripped her down to the skin, pulled her arms and legs behind her until the rope burned and left her arched like a bow. The ball gag stretched her jaw wide and every grunt sounded wet. She twisted, tits mashed into the dirt, drool sliding down her chin. Each knot cinched tighter until she couldn’t fake calm anymore. When he leaned in close and told her the only way out was to beg, she did—voice hoarse, eyes glassy, promising to behave if he’d just loosen one rope. He didn’t. He let her sweat it out, blonde hair stuck to her face, until the fight in her eyes melted into raw need. By the time he loosened the final knot she was crawling back toward the villa on shaky knees, attitude rebuilt from the ground up.