Jason's fist twisted in Stella's hair, gripping it like reins, her scalp tingling under his control.
The blindfold had slipped slightly, loosened by the heat of their bodies, sweat beading down her temple, glistening on her flushed skin.
She couldn't see, couldn't speak, her world narrowed to the relentless rhythm of his touch, the gag muffling her moans, her bound body surrendered to whatever he chose to give.
And he gave her everything.
His cock drove into her pussy, the pace building, a slow burn escalating to brutal intensity.
His other hand hooked around her bound wrists, yanking her arms up, forcing her back to arch sharply, her body offered up to him.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the ropes binding them tight, the clamps torturing her swollen nipples, tugging with each movement, sending sharp jolts of pain-laced pleasure through her core.
Smack—his hand crashed against her ass, the sting blooming into a red print that pulsed under his fingers.
She moaned, loud and desperate, the sound muffled by the gag, saliva dripping freely now, trailing down her chin, her throat working to swallow gasps she couldn't voice.
"You're not done," Jason growled, his voice rough, dripping with possession.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with her slick, and let it rest against the crack of her ass.
Her body tensed, a twitch of anticipation and nerves rippling through her.
He pressed his thumb against her tight back hole, slow and deliberate, smearing her wetness across it, the slick warmth easing his touch.
She jerked, her body writhing, a high, panicked moan muffled by the gag—but she didn't pull away.
"Oh yeah…" he muttered, his breath heavy, ragged. "You're gonna take me there too."
His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her soaked clit, rubbing fast and messy, the slick friction driving her wild.
Her body went rigid, hips bucking against his hand as she convulsed, thighs trembling, her pussy clenching in frantic spasms.
She was cumming, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave, her muffled cries vibrating through the gag, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Jason didn't stop.
He rode her climax, his fingers relentless, drawing out every shudder, every pulse.
Smack—he slapped her ass mid-orgasm, the sharp sting blending with her pleasure, amplifying it.
He drove his cock back into her pussy, deep and punishing, then pulled out completely, leaving her empty, trembling, aching.
Her legs buckled slightly, her body slick with sweat, thighs quivering, drool soaking the gag's strap. She was a beautiful, ruined mess—yet nowhere near finished.
"Back up," he ordered, his voice a low snarl.
She tried, obedient despite her trembling limbs, pushing her ass higher, her pussy dripping, her body a canvas of surrender.
Jason spread her cheeks wide, his eyes devouring the sight of her tight, puckered hole, glistening with her arousal.
He let a thick string of spit fall, landing directly on her back entrance, watching it glisten as he rubbed it in with the head of his cock.
Her body tensed, a soft whimper escaping the gag.
He pressed in, achingly slow, the head of his cock stretching her tight hole, her resistance fierce but yielding.
She wailed into the gag, the sound raw and desperate, her body quaking as he fed himself in, inch by torturous inch.
Jason gritted his teeth, the tightness overwhelming, her ass gripping him like a vice as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her.
"Fuck," he hissed, voice thick with awe. "So fucking tight. You're made for this."
He gave her no reprieve, moving with slow, shallow strokes at first, letting her adjust to the fullness, the invasion.
Her body trembled, sweat dripping from her bound breasts, her face flushed red, drool pooling beneath her chin.
Then he thrust deeper, faster, grinding into her, each movement claiming her more completely.
Her muffled moans grew frantic, her eyes wild behind the slipped blindfold, every thrust pushing her further into submission.
His hand slid beneath her, two fingers slipping into her still-spasming pussy, filling her other hole as he fucked her ass.
The dual sensation overwhelmed her, her body pulsing, clenching, begging for more.
She had no voice, no words—only the raw, animalistic sounds of her surrender, her body screaming for everything he was giving her.
Jason leaned over her, his breath hot against her neck, his voice a dark whisper. "This is what you are," he growled. "A fuck pig."