James Bond – Casino Royale But my version is much more painful

In the sultry shadows of a high-stakes poker game, Bond faces off against a ruthless opponent who deals in more than just cards. The tension rises as Bond’s hand is forced, not by luck, but by the cruel twist of leather cuffs securing his wrists. Each card reveal brings a new wave of agonizing pleasure as the dealer’s skilled fingers caress the edges, eliciting a cocktail of pain and arousal. Bond’s suit jacket is discarded, revealing the rawness of his chest, already marked from previous encounters. The dealer leans in, breath hot against his ear, as expert fingers trace delicate patterns that leave lingering stings. Every bet is a step deeper into a world of twisted delight, where only the boldest dare to win. The game reaches a fever pitch, with Bond exploring untapped depths of submission, driven by the thrill of secrets laid bare and bodies laid bare.