Depraved Dominatrix

Aiden has him spread and roped to the table, naked, nowhere to hide. She grabs his cock like she owns it, then smacks his balls flat with her palm. The slap cracks. He jerks but the ropes keep him down. Another slap. Another. She keeps going until the sound echoes and his skin reddens. Every hit lands harder than the last. She talks the whole time—calls him a worthless pig, tells him he’s nothing but a fuck-toy she tolerates. Once he’s throbbing and dripping she climbs up, straddles, and sinks onto that stiff cock without warning. She rides like she hates him, hips snapping, taking every inch on each brutal drop. The table creaks under them. She never slows, never softens. Pain first, then she fucks the hurt into him until he’s gasping beneath her.