He kept fucking her, hard, gripping her body with strong fingers, making her gasp in a sensation of almost-pain but good warmth and control. She wanted him to want her, to fuck her out of uncontrollable lust. She felt slutty and wanton and sexual, an organic, sensate being with a single need and desire. She felt a spasm around his cock, and knew, incredibly, she was going to come from being pounded like this, fucked and used.
She came. It was good, hard but not too much, and a shock went up her back this time, following her spine into her head and exploding in a star that made her see spots under the blindfold. Her hands twitched uncontrollably in the ties, and she knew her legs would be jerking around a lot if they weren't being held down, restrained. He kept fucking her after her orgasm, and she felt something else coming, some kind of motion, and had an incoherent flash of wild lust mixed with sudden terror. She felt a shot of adrenaline and some kind of hormone blast through her body, and she shook all over.
He pounded her again, and she came, this time unexpectedly and very hard; it took her breath away for a few seconds, and she flipped under his hands, trying without success to fight him without meaning to. She knew that at this point in time, right now, she wanted to be dominated and controlled, fucked and used for her body. He held her down while she came and struggled in a blind haze, fucking her brutally and roughly. She felt wetness rippling on her thighs and knew she was so aroused her body was reacting out of control. Her mind was going blank when he bent over her, tightened his grip on her body to the point of discomfort, and came inside her.
He gasped, fucking her while hot come spurted inside her pussy and wet body, holding her legs and body down. That hurt, just enough, keeping her in the moment, and the mix of his semen shooting inside her and the wetness and sweat, the sensual loss of time, all confused with mild pain, made her yell out loud. It went out of control, and she was thrashing and shaking, fighting him while he fucked and came in her, spurting semen in and on her, fucking.
She was coated with her own wetness, sweat, and his come. She felt drops of the mixture slide gently across her thigh and come to rest under her body, making the bed wet in small spots. She knew she smelled like pussy and come. He stayed inside her for a little bit, finishing off, emptying out the last of himself, and she came down from her state slowly, trembling and breathing hard.
He let go of her body, although she really didn't want him to; she had to try hard not to beg him to restrain her still. She almost begged. She couldn't believe it. Then, reluctantly, she let him untie her hands. She heard and felt him get off the bed and stand up, then walk out of the room. She stayed where she was, hands behind her, thinking and relaxing, processing the event. Then she took off the blindfold, checked the time, and got up. She was messy, although it didn't bother her at all; it felt good, very good, to be the way she was at that second.
They had reservations in an hour. She looked over at the clothes she'd laid out and fingered her ring. She thought she'd better shower, and she went into the bathroom to wash up, feeling warm and sexual.
