Cyd's Day Off

Cyd stayed in the corner of the studio and watched Damon run the scene with Sara Faye. One minute he had her strapped down, the next he was working her over like she owed him something. Her wrists locked, her thighs spread, her body jerking each time the cane landed. She bit down on the bit gag and took it, back arching, skin flaring red. Damon didn’t waste time or words. He pushed her hard, made her beg without speaking, broke her down until she shook and cried through it. He kept the tension high the whole way. No soft spots. Every strike counted. Sara didn’t fake a thing. She stayed right there with him, breath ragged, eyes glassy, every mark fresh and real. The ropes held. The pain cut deep. She took every second of it.