Compliance Via Discipline

Fayth laughs at first, small and shaky. Brandon doesn’t let it last. One sharp word and the strap snaps across her ass, turning nerves into heat. She stops laughing. She listens. Tied face-down to the bench, thick leather bands bite her wrists and ankles. Brandon tells her to open. She does. His cock slides over her tongue, deep enough to make her eyes water, but she keeps taking it. He pulls back, slaps her cheek once, and says good girl. Her breath catches. He moves behind her. One thrust and he’s inside, hard, stretching her open. Each stroke rocks the bench. Fayth gasps, jaw tight, trying to stay quiet. He grabs the vibe, presses it to her clit, and her whole body jerks. The leather creaks. She comes fast, loud, shaking around him. Brandon doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking, steady and deep, until he pulls out and steps back to her mouth. Another order. Fayth tilts her head up, lips parted. He spills across her tongue, thick and hot, and she swallows without being told twice.