CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: HIS BREEDER

Warning: This chapter contains a descriptive sex scene and BDSM if you are not comfortable with it you can skip it.

Tracy’s POV

As I watched him prepare for our encounter, a wave of resignation washed over me. I had become a prisoner of this twisted dynamic, enduring the pain and humiliation in the hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to escape.

But for now, I will endure, my spirit battered but unbroken. I made my way to the bed, sat with my legs wide open, and put my hands above my head. He approached the bed, held my hands, and began binding them to the bed. He then shoved a gag into my mouth, saying, "You naughty slut," as he lightly hit my face. He leaned in and kissed my face before inserting a butt plug into my vagina.

Next, he pulled out a long black leather strap and began striking my naked body with the soft leather, peppering my breasts, stomach, thighs, and backside with slaps. My skin turned crimson from the abuse, and I winced and screamed silently through the