Swapping Subs: Part 2

Helena left Lexi with Ariel and steered Maya down the hallway. Most nights she wouldn't bother trading pets—training takes time she rarely offers—but she's known Ariel long enough to make the exception. Now Maya's all hers. Helena starts with her palm, cracking it across bare cheeks until the skin flushes hot. Then the crop kisses Maya's folds, each strike drawn out, deliberate. The paddle follows, heavy and blunt, leaving dull heat in its wake. Maya stays open, back arched, voice soft with each hit. When Helena decides she's ready, she hauls Maya forward, straps the harness around her hips, and sinks the silicone cock deep. One thrust at a time, she reminds Maya whose hands are holding the reins tonight.