The cellar smelled of leather, sweat, and iron. Elena knelt on the cold stone, wrists bound behind her back with rough rope that bit into her skin. Master Kade circled her slowly, his boots echoing. He stopped, gripped her hair, and yanked her head back so she had to meet his eyes.
"You begged for this," he said, voice low and rough. "Say it."
"I begged," she whispered. Her nipples tightened in the chill. He slapped her breasts hard, once, twice, leaving red marks that bloomed like bruises. She gasped but didn't pull away. The pain slid straight down to her cunt, making it clench and drip.
Kade pushed her forward onto all fours. He kicked her knees wider, then drove two fingers into her without warning. She was already soaked. He fucked her with them roughly, curling against the spot that made her thighs shake, then pulled out and wiped her wetness across her face.
"Filthy," he muttered. "You get wet from being used." He unzipped and fed his cock into her mouth in one thrust, holding her head still while he fucked her throat. Elena gagged, tears running, but she sucked harder, desperate for the taste of him, the control he took. When he pulled back she coughed, saliva stringing from her lips.
He moved behind her. The first slap of his belt across her ass made her cry out. The second landed lower, across her thighs. By the sixth she was rocking back toward him, cunt pulsing with every strike. Kade dropped the belt, lined up, and shoved inside her in one brutal stroke. She screamed. He didn't slow down. He fucked her like he owned her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other pinning her hip so she couldn't escape the force of him.
When he came he stayed deep, flooding her, then pulled out and made her lick him clean while his cum leaked down her thighs. Only then did he untie her wrists, rub the marks, and press a kiss to the top of her head.
"Good girl," he said. "Rest. Tomorrow we go harder."
Elena smiled against his thigh, already aching for it.
