Burning Red

Anastasia Pierce stands before her in burning red latex that hugs every curve. The corset laces pull tight beneath her breasts, pushing them up, and the thigh-high boots gleam under the light like fresh blood. She smiles the way a cat smiles at a cornered bird. Kendra hangs from her wrists in chains, naked, red hair falling in wet strands across her face. Her nipples tighten under the cool air. Already wet. Anastasia walks slow circles around her prey. The strap-on juts forward, thick, black, veined. She oils the shaft with her gloved hand, lets the slick head drag along the inside of Kendra's trembling thigh. When she turns the switch, the motor hums low. The dildo starts to drill in steady, obscene strokes. Kink, wet sound. Ankles spread. Anticipation drops to the floor. Kendra's breath breaks. She pushes her hips forward without thinking, chasing the next thrust. The chains rattle. Sweat runs between her breasts. Anastasia steps in, presses the toy flat against Kendra's swollen clit, holds it there until the redhead's knees give. The chains bite deeper into her wrists. Anastasia's eyes never leave her face. "Good girl," she says. Quiet. Cruel. The toy pulses harder. The room fills with the slap of plastic and the gasps of a woman who no longer cares who hears her beg.