The Training of Bella Rossi, Day Two

Wolf Hudson stands over Bella Rossi like he owns the clock. She’s already marked from yesterday. Day two starts the moment he palms her throat and walks her backward to the table. She drops to her knees without a word. His cock fills her mouth until her eyes water and spit runs down her chin, but he pulls out before she can swallow. He wants her tighter hole. He bends her over the edge, ties her wrists to the legs, spreads her ass. She breathes hard while he works lube between her cheeks with two thick fingers. The first stretch pulls a low sound from her chest. He doesn’t wait for it to fade. He presses his cockhead against her ring and sinks in slow until his hips meet the curve of her ass. Bella’s big tits flatten against the wood. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her. He fucks her ass with steady, deep strokes that turn brutal when she starts pushing back. Sweat beads on his back. Her legs shake. He reaches under, finds her clit, and works it hard while he keeps driving into her. She comes with a raw cry, clenching around him. He follows right after, emptying inside her in heavy pulses. The room smells like sex and leather. Neither of them speaks. They already know what day three will cost.