TAKEN - Hot Blonde Made to Submit

Sgt Major’s gloved hand locks on the back of her neck and the world narrows to that grip. Emma Haize is marched across the room like property that’s already been claimed. She fights it just enough to make the cloth gag bite into her cheeks, but she ends up kneeling anyway, wrists cinched behind her in cold steel cuffs. He keeps her there, blonde hair pulled tight, spit darkening the gag. The more she strains, the deeper he presses his boot between her spread knees, reminding her exactly where the leverage belongs. When he lifts her chin with two fingers, her eyes are already glassy. One nod and the click of the ratchet strap tightens the gag another notch until her jaw aches in a steady, perfect throb. He moves her like a toy he’s still testing. Each shove against the small of her back gets answered with another click of chain, another hitch of rope around soft thigh skin. She’s stretched over the padded bench, legs parted, breath hissing around rubber and spit. He tests the stretch of her shoulders, the give of her hips, every adjustment measured to keep her open and exposed for the next move he decides to make. Her muffled curses only earn her a low laugh. The edge of his palm slides between her legs, just enough pressure to make her hips twitch, and then he steps back to watch her try not to move. The second she fails he’s there again, correcting, tightening, pushing her deeper into the role she can’t escape. When he finally steps in close, leather and denim brushing bare skin, Emma’s eyes roll back. He hasn’t taken her yet, but she already knows she’s not leaving until he decides she’s finished being used.