The devil in Aletta - part 1.

Aletta Ocean walks straight into her mission without hesitation. She has the soldier tied, stripped, and vulnerable in front of her. Big, dark nipples stiffen against the open air as she watches him, black hair loose around her shoulders. She tries the direct way first. Leather slaps across his chest and thighs, hard enough to redden skin, but the man stays silent. She switches to open-hand blows, marking him, yet nothing cracks his resolve. Frustration turns into purpose. She picks up the syringe, finds the vein in the crook of his arm, and pushes the plunger. Chemicals slide into his bloodstream. Within seconds his eyes lose focus, pupils wide, breathing shallow. Aletta studies the effect, lips parted. His cock still stands rigid, betraying him. She steps closer, wraps her fingers around the shaft, and sinks to her knees. Wet heat surrounds him as she takes the length down to the base, saliva coating every inch. She holds him there, throat working, then pulls back only to swallow him again. Power settles between them. She controls the pace, the pressure, the moment when he will spill. The chemicals keep him floating, unsure where the pain ends and the pleasure begins, and she plans to keep him on that edge until he gives her exactly what she came for.