Running business

Anastasia Pierce peeled the shivering girl out of her clothes. She kept it clinical, almost lazy, until the cheap cotton hit the floor. Black and blood-red latex came next, second-skin stuff that squeaked under every breath. The corset cinched the waist until ribs protested; the briefs rode high, slicing between lips that already glistened. Anastasia left the zippers open—nipples, slit, a bare patch at the tailbone—so goose-flesh could peek through tight rubber. A gloved hand found the back of the girl’s neck, thumb stroking once like she was calibrating. “Legs. Wider.” The click of metal cuffs at each ankle tied her stance to the floor. A second pair locked wrists above her head. Anastasia stepped close enough for the girl to smell the faint metallic bite of latex soap. Her free hand cupped between trembling thighs, found slick heat. Two fingers pushed straight in, curled once, and withdrew—coated to the knuckle. “That’s stage one,” she murmured. “Now we crank the voltage.” She set a suction toy against the exposed clit, sealed it with a wet pop. The first pull made the girl lurch; the second drew a raw, musical whine from her throat. Anastasia thumbed the remote and the toy pulsed—short, greedy draws that matched the clench of muscles inside the open briefs. Threat entered like a third person. Anastasia leaned in until her lips brushed the shell of the girl’s ear. “You’re going to come on that machine or I’ll swap it for something less merciful. Your choice.” Each warning came paired with another notch on the suction, another brutal kiss that hauled the poor bud harder. The girl tried to close her knees, tried to shrink, but metal rattled and legs stayed spread. Anastasia watched the trickle run down a shaking thigh, then pressed her palm over the toy so the suction turned almost brutal. “Come,” she said—quiet, casual, impossible to disobey. The orgasm rolled slow at first, then crashed, folding the girl forward in the cuffs until she hung by her wrists. Sobs turned rhythmic; every spasm triggered another greedy suck from the machine. Anastasia let her ride it, cocking her head like a curious collector of sounds. Only when the tremors eased did she switch the toy off, leaving swollen flesh exposed, a heartbeat still visible. She reached up, brushed sweat-soaked bangs from the girl’s eyes. “Good girl. Next time the settings go higher.”