Mean Bitch

The mail shows up late again. Aiden Starr storms into the room, tits out, attitude on full blast. She’s already got the paddle in her hand when she spots the new guy. Sz hasn’t worked there long, but he knows how to stay on his knees and take it. The wood cracks across his bare ass once, twice—hard enough to make him gasp. He’s shaking, breathing heavy, but he holds still. He’s waiting. She bends him over, straps on, and slams into him without warning. Every thrust knocks the air out of him. She doesn’t ease up. She rides him hard, voice low and mean, until he’s nothing but sweat, bruises, and the need to please her.