Service Session: Wolf in the House

Wolf Hudson steps inside the Upper Floor like he owns the place. He comes hunting service, not manners. The house slaves feel the shift the second he crosses the threshold—someone heavy in the air, someone with teeth behind the smile. He picks the first one quick. Muscles tight under skin that’s seen plenty of rope. Her tits are full and proud, straining against thin straps that look ready to snap. He doesn’t ask. He just points. She knows the cue, drops to her knees, opens wide. Wolf feeds her every inch of his thick cock until her throat works around him, tears shining at the corners of her eyes. He watches with lazy hunger, thumb stroking her jaw while she struggles to take more. The second girl waits, already bound in black leather cuffs that bite soft flesh. Wolf turns her, presses her face to the wall. He spreads her ass, studies the tight ring like he’s deciding whether she’s earned the privilege. Then he pushes in slow, deliberate, savoring every clench and twitch. She groans. He answers with deeper strokes, hips snapping hard, hands gripping her hips like handles. Sweat beads down her spine. Wolf leans in, teeth grazing her shoulder, voice low. “Good girl.” She shudders. He doesn’t let up. Each thrust forces a broken sound out of her, and he smiles like he’s been waiting all night for exactly that sound. When he finishes he leaves her shaking, marked, dripping. The house slaves stay exactly where he put them—breath ragged, bodies used, still hungry for the next order.