Loves to Sub

DragonLily strains against the ropes. Bamboo poles pin her body tight. The hemp bites into her curves. She is on edge, helpless, shaking. Her skin flushes under the coils, and her breath comes fast. She begs for each climax, voice raw, hips bucking. When release hits, her whole frame shudders. We do not grant mercy right away. We make her ask again, louder, until the need overtakes her. She takes it all, every knot, every moment of denial, every sharp wave of pleasure that follows. A gift like that does not fade. It leaves marks. It lingers.