Relentless Torment

Katharine Cane is back and this time Orlando has her alone. He keeps her pinned in metal, wrists locked, ankles spread, body stretched tight. She pulls hard against every cuff. Nothing gives. The more she fights, the more the steel bites, and the fight itself turns him on. He works her slowly, cane, crop, bare hands, marking skin red then purple. Each strike lands, waits, lands again. Sweat slides down her ribs, and her voice cracks when she begs. He leaves the marks to throb and swaps the implement for Omega. The machine slams into her without mercy, hard, steady, deeper than any hand could reach. Her muscles lock around it, hips trying to tilt away, but the frame holds her open and takes every inch. She comes loud, throat raw, shaking through it while Orlando watches every tremor.