Raw Penetration on the Bed

Victor stepped closer, the rough hemp rope uncoiling between his scarred hands. He caught Lola by her left forearm, pulling her toward the heavy four-poster bed that dominated the center of the dungeon. The mattress was firm and low, framed by dark, solid timber posts that bore the marks of years of strain.

He wrapped the coarse fibers around her left wrist, knotting the hemp with practiced, rut