Earn Your Keep

Laci Laine looked like the girl next door who still asked permission. Full tits, soft and natural, nipples tight at the slightest breeze, and an ass round enough to make anyone stare. She had never been tied, never been hit, never traded her body for rent—until Aiden Starr put her on the books. One night, the rules changed. Aiden wanted payment in flesh. Laci signed the deal with a nod and the first lash of leather. Rope bit into her wrists. A blindfold cut the light. Aiden worked her slow, fingers testing how much the new girl could take. Each slap on that perfect ass left a red print and a moan; every strike pushed her deeper into the game. When the flogger kissed her thighs, Laci arched instead of running. The strap-on came last—thick, black, unforgiving. Aiden bent her over the arm of the couch, spit on the head, and drove in. Laci’s first anal was all gasps and grip, her cunt dripping down her legs while the bigger woman owned every inch inside her. She came shaking, ropes creaking, promising she’d keep the place spotless if Aiden just kept using her like this.