Predicament

After closing time the club slips into another skin. The bar lights die and ropes take their place. Derek Savage walks her back like he owns every step. Daisy Phoenix, the brunette bartender every customer watches, finds herself on her knees in rope. Thick cord bites her wrists behind her back, forces her shoulders open. He stays standing, pants open, cock heavy in her face. She leans in, tongue flat, tasting salt and heat. He pushes deeper until her throat grips him, until her eyes water and her nose touches skin. Spit runs down her chin and she keeps going, mouth stretched, tongue working under the shaft. He feeds her slow, then faster, hips rolling, using her. She moans around him, lips sealed tight. He pulls out, strokes once, twice, and pours thick cum straight onto her tongue. She holds it there, mouth open for him to see, then swallows every drop. The ropes stay tight. The night is just starting.