The Training of Amber Keen Day One

Amber leans back against the cold wall. Sweat runs down her stomach. He pushes in from behind, gripping her hips hard. Every thrust stretches her open. She grunts into the rubber ball gag, saliva dripping down her chin. Her wrists are already bruised from the cuffs. He doesn’t ease up. Doesn’t wait. Her ass takes him inch by inch, deeper, rougher. The chain on her collar rattles each time he slams forward. She looks athletic, cut, but that doesn’t matter now. Not when he’s got her bent like this, open like this. Her thighs shake. She clenches, tries to fight it. He smacks her cheek once, twice, tells her to take it. She stops fighting. Her breath comes fast through her nose. The gag muffles everything except the sound of skin on skin and the wet slap of lube. He leans in close, growls something filthy right against her ear, and drives in harder. Amber’s whole body jolts. She’s dripping now, down her thigh. He keeps going. Day one, and she’s already learning what it means to give up control.