Battle Of The Bra

Eric doesn't like resistance. Lily finds out the hard way when she refuses to ditch her bra. The black-haired vixen digs in, insists on keeping the garment fastened. Eric tightens rope around her wrists, pins her arms back, then clamps clothespins along the straps until every tug stings. Lily fights, but the pins bite harder the more she moves. Sweat beads on her collarbones while Eric watches the thin cotton stretch and shift, testing just how far the fabric will strain before it tears. Blonde strands stick to her face. She grits her teeth, breath hissing through them. Eric doesn't speak. He just adds another clothespin, then another, each deliberate click loud in the quiet room. Lily's heart slams against the cups, every beat making the spikes press in. She can't take the bra off now even if she wants to. It's locked on her, pinched and twisted into place. The rope creaks. The pins rattle when she shakes. Eric smiles, small and sharp, and the game stays right where he wants it: his rules, her body, no surrender yet.