Delirious Hunter - Late AGAIN!

Master Joey waits with his arms crossed, jaw tight. Delirious breezes in late, all apologies and noise. He doesn’t waste words—he straps her down to the wooden chair, rope biting at her wrists and ankles, pulling her back flush against the frame. She keeps talking, making excuses, voice rising, and it grates on him. One swift motion and the ball gag fills her mouth, leather straps yanked tight behind her head. Now the only sounds are her muffled protests and the slap of the crop across her thighs, her breasts, her belly. Each strike lands sharp and loud, until she’s nodding, eyes wide, every trace of chatter gone. When she’s quiet and shaking, he brings the vibrator down, pressing it hard against her clit. She jerks, fights the ropes, but the current rips through her. She comes once, muscles clenching, then again, then again, the chair creaking with her thrashing. Sweat runs down her skin, drool slips past the gag. When he finally cuts her loose, she drops to her knees without hesitation, takes him in her mouth, and gives it everything she has left.