Golden Key

Cecelia Taylor has the golden key. She shouldn't use it. She knows that. But the second the blindfold wraps tight around her eyes, the rules burn away. Her fingers curl around cold metal. The lock clicks open. Jax Slayher waits on the other side. She drops to her knees without a sound. Mouth open, wrists already bound. The thick head of his cock pushes past her lips and she takes every inch he gives. No air. No warning. Just wet heat and the weight of him sliding down her throat. He fucks her face slow at first, then harder, until spit runs down her chin and tears soak the blindfold. Blonde hair sticks to her cheeks. She gags and still leans in for more. Bondage bites into her skin. She strains against it. Her body wants what it shouldn't. Jax grabs the back of her head, holds her there, and finishes deep. She swallows because she has to. Because she can't stop herself. Because the key was never hers to begin with.