Prove It

Willow sinks to her knees on the hotel carpet, the latex dress creaking, the belt a hard line around her waist as she looks up at David. He holds the key between two fingers, not offering it yet, just letting her see it. 'Show me you left her,' he says, and she reaches for his belt buckle, her hands trembling with need. The cage stays locked between her thighs, a constant reminder of what she's proving, as she begins to serve him.