Tough Love

She doesn’t beg. She just takes it. Pete straps the ball gag so tight her jaw strains, a leather strap biting into each cheek. Then he drives the steel hook up her ass, lashing the ring to her bound wrists until her spine bows like a taut wire. One finger, two—wet and vicious—stretch her further while she drools down her chin and strains against the cuffs. When he finally sinks in, the stretch is brutal, slow, inch by relentless inch. Carter’s eyes roll white, breath ragged through her nose. Each thrust drags the hook with him, the pain and pleasure locking her into that glassy, trembling state until the first forced climax rips through her, hard enough to shake the bench beneath her knees. He keeps going. She keeps coming. The room stinks of sweat, metal, and surrender.