Lucy's heart races as Alex secures the last restraint, binding her wrists to the bedpost. He steps back, admiring her naked, vulnerable form. 'You're mine to command, Lucy,' he growls. She nods, biting her lip, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. Alex picks up a riding crop, snapping it against his palm. He trails it across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He strikes her thighs, her ass, each impact sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. She moans, writhing, but Alex's firm voice reminds her to stay still. He drops to his knees, burying his face between her legs, licking and sucking until she's a quivering mess. Then, he stands, unbuckling his belt, and Lucy knows she's in for the ride of her life.