Alanah Rae: Purchased

Alanah Rae walks into the lounge like she already knows the price tag. A silk blindfold sits over her eyes, wrists locked behind her. Derrick Pierce grips the leash and jerks her forward. She stops, spine straight, tits out, nipples tight. The first crack of leather across her ass makes her jerk, but her mouth stays open, waiting. He tells her to show what she’s worth. She drops to her knees on the carpet and opens wider, taking every inch he feeds her until spit runs down her chin. He holds her head, fucks her throat, pulls out, slaps her face with his cock, then pushes back in. She gags, swallows, gags again. Her knees shake but she keeps going. He hauls her up by the hair, spins her, and bends her over the velvet settee. One ankle gets cuffed to the leg of the couch. He pushes into her ass without warning. She cries out, teeth sinking into the ball gag he snaps between her lips. He fucks her hard, hips slapping, the whip kissing her back each time she tries to squirm. Sweat runs between her tits. She stays bound, mouth full, ass stretched, taking it until he finishes across the red lines he left on her skin.