In the dimly lit, erotically charged room, she lay naked and bound. Her tits heaving with anticipation as he stood over her, clad only in his leather corset and black latex gloves. The scent of sweat, leather, and anticipation filled the air as he carefully undid each knot of rope that secured her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.
He started at the top, untying the ropes around her wrists before moving down her arm, freeing her one limb at a time until she was completely loose from her restraints. As he worked, he could feel his cock swelling beneath the tight fabric of his pants. His heart pounded in his chest as his fingers traced the delicate curve of her breast, teasing her nipple to hardness with his thumb and index finger.
With a low growl, he lifted her onto the bed, pushing her down until she was flat on her back, her arms spread wide, her legs splayed open for him. He ran his fingers through her wet curls, feeling the heat radiating from her core as he traced the outline of her pussy lips.
She moaned softly, squirming beneath him as his touch became more aggressive. Her clit swelled under his fingers, begging for attention. Without a word, he lowered himself onto her, his dick pressing against her entrance, sliding effortlessly into her warm embrace. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with each gasp that escaped her lips.
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, his grip firm but not painful. He plunged deeper into her, feeling her walls contract around him. She was so tight, so wet, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded inside her.
The anticipation built, the tension rising with each thrust until it became too much for either of them to bear. With a guttural cry, he released his hold on her wrists, allowing her to curl around him as they came together, their bodies writhing in ecstasy.
But it wasn't over yet.
He pulled out of her, leaving her quivering and moaning beneath him. He stood up, undoing the laces of his pants until his cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. She watched as he reached for a length of rope, her eyes never leaving his.
With a knowing smirk, he bound one end to her right wrist and then guided the other around her neck, tightening it just enough so that she couldn't pull away if she wanted to. He tied it off securely, leaving her at his mercy once more.
He knelt between her legs again, this time running his fingers through the curls of her pubic hair, teasing her clit until she begged for relief. And when she did, he gave it to her. Plunging back inside her with a savage grin on his face, he fucked her harder than before, driving deep into her tight pussy with each thrust.
Her cries filled the room as she begged him to stop, but he only increased his pace, determined to make her submit to his desires. He knew what he wanted and wasn't going to let anything get in his way - not even her pleas for mercy.
Soon enough, they were both on the edge again, their bodies locked together as they came once more. But this time, it was different. This time, he didn't let up until she begged him to stop, her voice hoarse from years of abuse and neglect.
He pulled out of her one last time, leaving her sprawled out on the bed with a rope still around her neck, holding her prisoner to his desires. Satisfied with their performance, he left the room, closing the door behind him as the sounds of her cries and the echo of his boots fading into the distance.