Angel's body is a playground for her master's cruel games. He begins with gentle caresses, tracing her curves, teasing her nipples until they're hard peaks. Suddenly, he grips her hair, pulling her head back roughly, his other hand forcing her legs apart. He grinds his erection against her, his breath ragged. "You're mine," he growls, "to do with as I please." He spins her around, pushing her against a post, and secures her wrists in cuffs. Now fully at his mercy, he uses her, fucking her hard and deep, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises. Yet, despite the roughness, Angel can't help but feel a perverse pleasure in her submission.