ADELLE'S OBEDIENCE WILL BE REWARDED

Adelle strains against the ropes, wrists pinned above her head, ankles spread and tied wide. Every tug pulls the leather tighter across her skin. A thick ball gag stretches her mouth, muffling every sound into a wet, desperate whimper. She can’t close her legs. She can’t stop what’s coming. The crop taps her inner thigh, once, twice, then cracks sharp across the soft flesh. Her hips jerk. Her cunt clenches around nothing. Fingers slide between her soaked folds, two thick digits pushing in deep while the thumb presses down on her swollen clit. They work her slow, dragging every stroke out until her whole body trembles. She tries to thrust against the hand, chasing more, faster, but the ropes hold her still. The crop lands again, across her nipple this time, and she gasps around the gag, drool sliding down her chin. Each denied thrust makes her wetter. Each slap leaves her aching. She’s not allowed to come yet, and the wait only makes the need burn hotter.