Dungeon Fantasy

Nadia Styles lounges in her apartment, waiting for the clock to turn. Her mind slips into a dungeon fantasy that hits like a whip crack. She imagines her wrists locked above her head, rope digging hard into her skin. A leather gag fills her mouth. Cold concrete presses against her bare back. A gloved hand slides between her thighs. A thick dildo pushes deep, relentless, working her open. The same hand tugs her brunette hair, pulling her face up to meet cold eyes. Each thrust forces a muffled sound past the gag. She drifts, body slack against the restraints, legs spread wide. Sweat rolls down her stomach. Every shift of the toy sends sharp jolts through her. She breathes hard, nipples tight, hips twitching forward for more even when she tries to pull away. Then the fantasy shifts. The door opens. Lew Rubens steps inside. The chains rattle as she tries to stand straight. He smiles like he already owns the room. She knows the night has just begun.