The second I step inside, Knox kills the lights and drags me straight to the hydraulic chair. No words. He spins it, shoves me face-down over the armrest, chest crushed into the padded seat, ass high. My wrists are yanked behind my back and locked into thick leather cuffs bolted to the chair’s frame. My ankles are kicked wide and strapped to the legs so I’m folded, split open, completely helpless.
He rips my leggings down in one violent pull, panties included. Cold air hits my already-wet p***y and I whimper.
“Lower back tonight,” he growls, voice pure gravel.
“You move, I start the line over. You come without permission, I start the line over. Understood?”
I nod frantically.
The stencil slaps on, just above my ass, curving down to the top of my crack. The needle bites in and the pai
