Zoey's Assessment, Day One

Zoey Monroe walks in like trouble wrapped in silk. Tight body. Blue eyes. That fuck-me stare every guy falls for. Owen Gray cuffs her wrists, shoves her down, and starts the test. She hangs upside down, throat stuffed, spit running into her hair. He slams into her pussy without mercy, makes her take every inch while the chains rattle. When he spreads her ass she flinches, but he doesn’t stop. Thick cock splits her wide open, ass gripping like it wants to keep him. Her legs shake. Her moans crack. Still he keeps going. Every thrust another question: can she serve or will she break? By the end her holes are used raw, her voice hoarse, and the answer hangs in the air with the sweat.