The Training of Sasha Knox, Day Three

Sasha Knox takes her third day of training like a dog on a short leash. Maestro keeps her in the dim basement, wrists bound, ass up, face low. His cock is thick and black and he feeds it to her slowly, just enough to make her drool. Every time she gags he tightens the strap around her throat and starts again. He flips her, opens her legs wide, and works her ass with two fingers until the muscle gives. She grunts but stays open. When he lines the head against her and pushes, her hips jerk and she lets out a sharp cry. He holds still, then drives deeper, each thrust coming harder. Sweat slides down her back and pools at the dip of her spine. His pace never softens, his grip bruising her hips, until she shakes and pushes back for more. He pulls out, slaps her cheek, and slides in again, forcing her to take every inch until the only sound is skin meeting skin and the low, ragged breath she can’t quite catch.