(LANCE)
The penthouse dungeon was the only place left that still felt safe. The timer on my phone read 00:19:47 when I cuffed Eliona’s wrists to the overhead chains hanging from the ceiling. Her leather cut hung open, her body glistening with sweat and c*m, the fresh bite mark I’d left on her hip already turning purple beside the unicorn tattoo and brand.
I stepped behind her, spit on my c**k, and pressed the thick head against her tight little asshole.
“No more waiting,” I growled, gripping her hips. “This is the last hole I haven’t fully ruined tonight. When I’m done, every inch of you will know exactly who owns it.”
I pushed forward slowly but relentlessly, forcing the fat head past her tight ring. Eliona gasped sharply, body tensing as I sank inch after thick inch into her ass. Whe
