The Submission of Mona Wales

Mona Wales stands tied. Her body is lean, the ropes bite. Xander Corvus watches her, silent, eyes dark. He moves in fast. His hand grips her hair and forces her to look at him. She breathes hard. He is bigger, stronger, and she knows it. He spins her, pushes her against the wall, and her palms slap the brick. She arches, waiting. Xander frees his cock, thick, heavy. He presses the head to her ass, no warning. She tenses. He drives in. Mona grunts, half pain, half need. He fucks her ass deep and hard, hips snapping. Every thrust knocks the breath from her lungs. Sweat slicks her skin. The ropes leave red lines. Xander slaps her thigh, then her breast. She shakes. He pulls out, flips her, and shoves back in from the front. His hand wraps her throat. She nods, greedy. He pounds until her legs buckle. She comes with a broken cry, clenching around him. Xander keeps going, driving through the aftershocks, until he finishes inside her.