Trust

Master David leans in, voice low and rough. “You trust me, Nyssa?” She swallows, then says yes and sinks to her knees. He pulls thick black rope from his pocket and winds it tight around her wrists, binding them behind her back so her small breasts push forward. Asian skin, flushed and smooth, catches the dim light. He cups her jaw, forces her mouth open with his thumb, and feeds her his cock. She takes it all, throat working while he holds her hair in a fist. Every thrust pushes her nose to his belt. He lets her up only when he’s ready, flips her onto the leather bench, spreads her legs and cinches more rope around her ankles to the bench legs. With her ass up and cunt exposed, he drags his fingers through her wet folds, smearing it over her clit until she bucks. Then he shoves two fingers deep, pumps them hard, curling just so. Nyssa moans through clenched teeth as he replaces his hand with the head of his cock, presses in slow at first, then drives to the hilt. Her bound body jerks with each brutal thrust. He reaches under, pinches a nipple hard enough to make her cry out. She pushes back anyway, greedy for it. He slaps her ass once, twice, watches the skin bloom red. She’s shaking now, close. He leans over her ear, growls, “Come when I say,” and doesn’t let up until she’s trembling on the edge. Finally, low and sharp, he tells her, “Now.” She breaks, cunt clenching around him, and he fucks her through it until he’s spent inside her.