PART TWO — PLEASURE, PAIN, AND A T-BAR
Released only to be used again, Portia now kneels naked, ballgagged, bound to a T-bar, awaiting whatever torment he chooses. He decides she needs more—more pleasure, more pain, more control ripped away.
Her ankles tied high to the bar.
A thick pounding ***** + Hitachi combo shoved between her thighs.
Elbows jacked again.
Nipple clamps biting deep.
Another enforced backarch, hair and hands anchored so tightly she can’t even tremble without permission.
Panties stuffed back in her mouth and taped shut—kept for him to savor later—Portia writhes at the edge of ecstasy and agony. The Hitachi is her only relief from the painful arch… but also the thing that pushes her relentlessly toward ******.
She **** for her boss—hard, shaking, overwhelmed—knowing he fully intends to take many, many more from his obedient little office plaything.
And at the end… Portia blinks.
Was it real?
Or just the fantasy she found in her book?
Even she’s not sure.