The silk bedcovers felt soft against her sore backside, she felt it rub a little to harshly on the material as she fought to keep her body immobile and gazed through lust-filled eyes at the man below her.
"Keep still Anastasia, or I will be forced to punish you again, and trust me that won't be half as enjoyable as the first was" His deep, sensual voice vibrated through every part of her body, ending with the place where his face was currently buried.
She ought to feel quite embarrassed by his blantant ministrations she thought to herself, but the sensations that were making her groan and writhe with need told her otherwise.
He paused in his actions and raised his head to frown softly at her as she'd gripped his hair in a moment of pure pleasure, and now she was done for. He took in her current state, the way she panted with lust for him, the slight sheen of sweat upon her naked body, and smirked. It just made him want her even more.
He reached under the bed and pulled out the metal objects she'd been worrying and wanting for in equal measures for since he'd threatened her with them this morning. He leaned over and handcuffed each one of her hands to a bed post, making sure they were secure.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you hard and make you cum so fucking hard, is that clear?"
She groaned and nodded her head in quick assent. He chuckled and grabbed a condom out of the draw, and once he was fully covered, positioned himself at her entrance and before she could even think he was inside her getting faster and harder with every thrust and she cried out loudly as she came, two more thrusts and he shortly followed her.
They both lay exhausted and utterly spent in the aftermath, she could barely move let alone think, but as he pulled out of her and cuddled her from behind she had one last thought before she drifted off.
"Maybe handcuffs aren't all that bad after all"