Grow a Pair

She jabs him with the same tired insults again. He rips the words out of her throat with a leather strap, locks it tight behind her teeth. A ball fills her mouth, forces her silence, and suddenly the room holds its breath. Dani’s eyes flare wide, heat and hunger fighting for space inside them. He shoves her onto the bed, arms drawn back and pinned. Rope bites her wrists, pulls her shoulders taut, leaves her chest open to the air. She twists, testing the knots, but the strain only feeds the pulse between her legs. His fingers yank her panties aside, rough and fast, and the first slap lands heavy on her ass. Every strike builds on the last, marking skin, feeding the ache. She grinds back against him, soaked and wordless, caught between fear and the raw need that’s been waiting for years. He pushes deeper, each thrust heavier than the last, using her stillness, using every inch of the bondage he gave her. She takes it, body jolting, spit sliding past the gag, muscles trembling while the rope holds. Sweat beads on her throat. Her thighs tremble. She’s right where she wanted to be, tied open, used hard, with nowhere left to run.