“Look at me,” he said, twisting me in his hands. His grip made sure i would not move, the ropes around my wrist almost a formality.

“Look at me, I want to see your face,” he growled as he thrust into me. i gasped, a scream close behind as he impaled me on his erection.

“Look at me, I want to watch you,” he said, as he grabbed hold of my breast and pulled me onto him, hard and fast.

“Look at me as I fill that tight hole,” he said, riding, mauling flesh, taking his. He arched, exploded as i watched his face.

His pleasure, his ecstacy filled me with a joy, a pleasure so profound, i cried.

“That’s it, give me your pleasure, little one, give it to me.” Overwhelmed, i felt tears come down my face.

His movements increased in intensity again. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Now give me more, give me everything, come for me. Now!”

i screamed out in pleasure as i obeyed.