A Slave's Gambit

Master folds. The debt falls on Lyra. Her wrists are strapped behind her back before she can speak. Seth’s already at her mouth, thick cock pushing past her lips until her throat squeezes around the head. She gags, drool sliding down her chin, but he doesn’t let up. He holds her there, hips moving slow, filling her until her eyes water. He bends her over the table next. The rope bites her ankles, spreading her wide. Cold lube hits her tight ring, then the blunt pressure of his cock follows. He works in deep, one hard thrust after another, stretching her ass open while her bound hands twitch uselessly. Every stroke lands harder than the last, skin slapping skin. She moans around the gag, body jolting forward, but the ropes hold her in place for him to fuck. Seth doesn’t ease up until he’s finished. He pulls out only when he’s ready, leaving her flushed, slick, and trembling on the felt.