The Training of Satine Phoenix, Day Four

Day Four. Satine Phoenix kneels on the floor, bit gag between her teeth. Her wrists are bound behind her back. She’s naked except for a thin leather collar. Sweat slides down her spine and disappears between the hard curves of her ass. The room smells like leather and sex. She breathes through her nose, trying to keep still. A hand grabs her hair, pulls her head back. She looks up at him, eyes glassy. He’s hard already, thick cock hanging heavy in front of her. He doesn’t waste time. Two fingers push into her mouth, past the gag, spreading spit down her chin. Then he moves behind her. Pulls her hips up. Pushes her chest to the floor. Her legs shake. She’s wet but he doesn’t touch her cunt. Not today. Today is about the other hole. He spits on his cock, presses the head against her tight ring. She tries to tense but he slaps her ass hard. Once. Twice. She relaxes just enough. He pushes in. Slow at first, then deeper. Her whole body jerks. She grunts around the gag. He grabs her hips with both hands and starts fucking her ass like he means it. Every thrust makes her moan. The bit gag rattles between her teeth. Her athletic body strains against the ropes, muscles flexing. He doesn’t let up. Sweat drips from his chest onto her back. He fucks her harder, deeper, until her thighs tremble and her voice breaks. When he pulls out, she’s shaking. Cum leaks down the inside of her thigh. She stays on her knees, breathing hard. The gag stays in.