What Did She Expect?

Nobody knows exactly what Bijou expected when she crossed into Mandy’s lair wearing that bright little smile. Mandy hated it on sight. She stripped the cheer off her in minutes, and Bijou simply opened, yielding like a peeled fruit. Her breasts throbbed, tight clamps biting into the plump swell, while fresh heat spilled between her thighs. The mix sent a jolt up her spine. We watched the moment she broke. Pain flashed through her, quick and mean, but the slickness between her lips answered every tug. Her breath caught, stumbled, steadied into something lower, more wanting. By then it was plain. Bijou already belonged to the Mistress who had hurt her.