Mount of Mercy

You ease down onto him, feeling the tension in his restrained body beneath yours. Every inch that fills you feeds your control — your hips roll with slow, measured rhythm, ears twitching as you listen for every breath, every stifled moan. You ride him with purpose, testing his limits, watching his body strain against the bindings. You're not here for release — not yet. You’re here to see if he breaks. Your thighs squeeze tighter as you shift your angle, keeping your rhythm steady, relentless, watching for the telltale tremble in his legs — the moment he loses control.