Rebecca Lord and Carly

Carly sits on the floor with her arms pulled tight behind her back. The ropes bite into her wrists. Rebecca Lord walks a slow circle around her, the heels of her boots clicking on the concrete. She stops, grabs a fistful of Carly's dark hair, and yanks her head back. Carly's throat tightens, her eyes wet, but she stays silent. Rebecca leans in close, breath hot against her ear. "Not one sound," she whispers, then slaps Carly hard across the face. The sting blooms red. Rebecca laughs low in her throat. She hauls Carly up by the rope harness that wraps her chest and shoves her face-first over a padded bench. The leather creaks under Carly's weight. Rebecca spreads Carly's ass cheeks, spits on the tight hole, and works two fingers inside without mercy. Carly jerks, tries to twist away, but Rebecca holds her down with a hand on the small of her back. When Rebecca pulls her fingers free, Carly shivers. The dominatrix straps a thick leather belt around Carly's waist and threads it through the bench, locking her in place. Then she picks up the wooden paddle waiting on the side table. The first strike lands square on Carly's right cheek. The sound cracks through the room. Carly gasps. Rebecca smiles, raises the paddle again, and brings it down harder on the left cheek. Red welts rise fast. Rebecca steps between Carly's spread legs. She opens her own pants, frees the thick strap-on, and lines the head up with Carly's spit-slick hole. One hard thrust and she buries the cock to the hilt. Carly cries out. Rebecca grabs the rope harness again and rides her in steady, brutal strokes. Each push forces Carly's ass to swallow the length. The bench rattles. Sweat runs down Carly's spine. Rebecca reaches under, pinches Carly's clit between two fingers, and twists until Carly shakes. She keeps fucking, each stroke deeper, until Carly's voice breaks and the room fills with the wet slap of skin on skin.