Masochistic Fuck Slut: Training Trillium

Trillium stands bound, blonde hair catching the light, while Xander pulls the leather collar tight around her throat. She’s the masochistic slave who keeps forgetting details, so he makes her remember. A single yank of the chain lifts her chin; the first lash lands across her back and her breath turns ragged. He moves behind her, shoves in deep and starts pounding her ass raw, every thrust a reminder of who holds the leash. Sweat runs down her ribs as the whip cracks again, leaving sharp red lines that throb when he slaps them. Her moans come fast, hips slamming back into him, the sound of skin and leather filling the room. He forces her forward, face pressed to the floor, knees wide, cock still buried to the hilt. Each snap of the flogger lands harder, driving her tighter around him until she shakes. Xander doesn’t ease off; he keeps her pinned, keeps her collared, keeps her learning. By the end her body is marked and used, trembling under the weight of every lesson she asked for.