Domination victim - Kathia

Kathia lies bound on the cold table. Naked. Alone. Her wrists and ankles ache where the straps bite in. The room stays quiet except for her breathing, growing faster now. She’s been left like this on purpose. Waiting. Doctor Love takes his time. He wants her shaking, desperate, before he walks in. When the door finally opens, he brings a black bag. Metal instruments clink inside. Kathia’s eyes widen, but her body betrays her. Her nipples tighten against the chill. A slow, wet heat builds between her legs even as she strains against the restraints. He slides gloved fingers over her skin first—clinical, then possessive. The speculum comes next, cold steel parting her. He works it deep, spreading her open while she gasps. Once she’s stretched, he trades the metal for something warmer. His cock pushes past the slick mess he’s made of her, sliding straight into her ass. No warning. No mercy. She cries out, half pain, half need, and takes every inch. He fucks her like that until her cries turn into moans. Until she pushes back against him, hungry for it. By the time he finishes inside her, Kathia’s eyes are glassy and her thighs tremble. She came hard from the very thing meant to break her.