The Rough Side

Delilah Strong gets wet the second the insults start. Steven St. Croix sees it and doubles down, voice sharp enough to draw blood while his hands leave marks. He flips her, ankles up, head low. Gravity does half the work; she opens her throat until her eyes water and spit trails down her face. Next she’s flat on the Y frame, legs spread, soles bare. The cane lands in steady fire. Each strike jolts her, then melts into the heat already pooling between her legs. He jams the inflatable gag past her teeth, pumps it full till her jaw strains, and starts the flogging—leather snapping across tits, belly, thighs. When the flog drops, his cock replaces it, driving deep, relentless, pushing every curse he’s spoken straight into her cunt. Finally he drops her to her knees, chains her wrists to the floor, and works her ass open—slow, brutal, balls slapping skin while the gag keeps her moans muffled and wet. She shakes through every inch, grateful, wrecked, exactly where she wants to be.