Nikky Dream Gets A Lesson She Won't Forget

Nikky Dream stands there in nothing but cuffs and rope, a ball gag jammed between her teeth. The knots bite deep into her wrists. A dark-haired master steps close, grabs the strap of the gag, and yanks her head back so he can get a good look. Her breath rasps around the rubber. He trails one hand down her stomach, watching the skin twitch, then slips between her thighs and cups her hard. She tries to twist away; the ropes hold. He slides two fingers inside her, slow, deliberate, and she goes still, eyes wide above the gag. He works her in measured strokes, thumb rolling over her clit, and she makes small, angry sounds every time he stops. Sweat beads along her spine. When he pulls his fingers out, they glisten. He wipes them across her cheek, leaves a wet streak, then shoves her forward across the bench and starts again.