The room was a blend of shadows, moonlight seeping through the thin curtains casting eerie patterns on the walls. The smell of warm flesh and sweat filled the air, mingling with the scent of leather and rubber. She lay on the cold floor, her arms bound to the sides, a gag silencing her moans. He stood over her, his cock hard and pulsating, the tip glistening with precum.
He ran a finger slowly along her slit, teasing the swollen lips. He could feel the heat radiating from her, making him harder. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, fueling his need to dominate. Her eyes widened in anticipation, pleading for release.
He bent down and pressed his mouth against her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth. She arched her back, pushing herself harder against him. He moved his hand between her legs, finding the wetness that had soaked through her panties. Gently, he slid a finger inside, feeling the walls of her pussy clenching around him.
He pulled out and brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste of her. She watched, her eyes pleading for more. He knew she wanted it rough, she needed it hard. With a growl, he plunged his finger back inside, this time harder and faster.
She cried out, trying to pull away but the ropes kept her anchored. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, the walls gripping him like a vise. He knew she was close, so he slowed down, teasing her, making her beg for release.
He took his finger out and looked at the glistening juice that coated it. He leaned down and licked it clean, tasting her sweetness. She watched in anticipation as he stood up, positioning himself between her legs.
Slowly, he pushed himself inside, feeling her walls tighten around him. He could feel every inch of his cock being swallowed by her warm pussy. He began to move, thrusting harder and faster, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.
She screamed into the gag, her body bucking with each thrust. She was close now, she could feel it building within her. He knew what she needed, he knew how to give it to her. With one last push, he held himself deep inside her, her walls gripping him like a vice, as she climaxed around him.
He could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her pussy milk his cock. He groaned and pulled out, releasing himself onto her chest. As he watched the last spasms of pleasure leave her, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him.
He untied her ropes and helped her up, leading her to the bed. She fell asleep in his arms, exhausted but satisfied. He lay there with her, watching as she slept, the scent of sex filling the room. It was moments like these that made BDSM so fulfilling, the raw emotion and passion that could be felt with every touch, every thrust.