The Training Of Satine Phoenix, Day Three

Day Three. She walks in raw. Hair black as ink down her back, body still carrying yesterday's ache. He wastes no time. Strips her, cuffs her wrists behind her. The table waits. He bends her over it, spreads her ass, works two fingers deep into her cunt until she shivers. Then the plug. Small at first. Then bigger. She takes it. Gasps when it locks in. He leaves her like that while he strips down. His cock already heavy. Thick. Veins standing out. He strokes once, twice. Then he pulls the plug free and lines up. Pushes in slow. She groans loud when the head pops past her rim. He doesn't rush. He sinks in inch by inch until his hips meet her ass. Stays buried. Lets her feel every throb. Then he starts moving. Hard, steady strokes. Her athletic frame tenses with each thrust. Sweat beads on her spine. She claws at the wood. He grabs her hips, slams deeper. Her breath breaks into ragged sounds. He doesn't talk. Just fucks. Deep, relentless, until her legs shake and she pushes back for more.