Dominated In Bondage

Holly Wellin comes back on her knees, wrists cuffed behind her, ready for whatever Steven St. Croix feels like giving her. He doesn’t waste time. Clamps bite down on her nipples with weights swinging off them, each tug making her breath catch sharp. He slaps her face, then shoves his cock down her throat until her eyes water and spit runs down her chin. She stays there, bound, while he works his fingers between her legs, forces one hard orgasm after another out of her. Her thighs shake. He doesn’t let up. The second she starts to come down he pushes inside her ass, slow at first, then rough, pounding her while she’s still tied and hurting. Every thrust lands heavy. Every clamp pulls tighter. She groans, curses, and keeps taking it, because that’s the game they’re playing. Steven keeps her right on the edge until he’s done with her, then leaves her shaking on the floor.