Her body shone with sweat. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy. Her breasts rose and fell, pretty pink nipples jutting out at him. She looked as if she were going to fall asleep, her body sated, and he was going to let her despite the raging hard-on he had. If he grabbed a condom from the drawer and fucked her hard he doubted she’d object, and it would certainly satisfy his needs on one level, but he wanted her awake and with him. Her eyes fluttered open. Her voice was husky. “Now your needs, Sir.” For all he’d thought she was dropping off, her gaze was remarkably steady. He smiled. So she was going to stay awake after all. She pulled at the ropes around her wrists as if she forgot they were there. Then she pulled again, after the ropes had reminded her. “I could please you more if you let me go. Sir.” “You please me most bound.” He slipped off the bed and stood, taking his shirt off. He didn’t really want to bother; he would have been happy to free his cock and plunge it into her.
