The Senator's Daughter

Renee Roulette is trussed up tight, wrists and ankles locked in rope, a rag stuffed deep in her mouth. Marco Banderas has forty-eight hours to hand her over. Two days. Plenty of time. He rigs a hard suspension and flips her so her head hangs low, black hair spilling toward the floor. Then he drives his cock straight down her throat, thrusting in that awkward angle until her throat convulses and spit runs back into her hair. Every push tests how much she can take; every gag reminds her who’s running the clock. The ropes bite. Her body swings with each thrust. She has no choice but to open, swallow, submit—over and over—while the man who owns these hours uses her mouth like the asset it’s become.