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Lee pins Adriana face-down across the bed, rope cutting into her wrists. The first slap lands sharp on bare skin. Adriana jerks, breath catching, and Lee does it again—harder—watching that mix of hurt and want spread across her face. By the third strike Adriana's eyes are glassy, lips parted, a dark handprint blooming on her ass. Lee slicks a thick dildo and presses it in without warning. Adriana gasps, hips bucking, but the rope holds her open. Lee fucks her in steady, cruel strokes, one hand still striking every time she sinks deep. The wet sounds fill the room. Adriana strains, thighs trembling, tears cutting clean lines down flushed cheeks. Another slap. Another thrust. Lee never lets up until Adriana's voice breaks on a single word: more.