How did he end up here? It was suppose to be a simple assignment, a week tops. He was suppose to be back at the office by now, listening to Lin yell at the other officers, filling out all kinds of paperwork. So why was he here? Everything seemed to have gone so wrong…yet so right.

Here he was, laying on a soft, white bed that was made out some kind of fur. His hands were tied above his head to the white, wooden headboard that had a metal loop sticking out of it. His feet were tied as well to matching posts on either side of the bed. He couldn't even cry out as the female on top of him fondled him. She had gagged him.

The female; Eska. Her hands roamed everywhere. From his pelvis, to his thighs, to his manhood. At first it was just her hands working him, getting him hard and anxious for more contact. Her hands were soft and her strokes were confident and precise. He found himself bucking against her hands, silently begging for more. Then he was engulfed in her mouth. He wanted to watch but his view was blocked by the site of her naked, round behind.

She was curvier than he thought. Her robes didn't do her justice. They didn't show off her hips or toned legs. Though it excited him knowing he was likely one of few people in the world who was lucky enough to even see an outline of her body, much less the site of her wet womanhood begging to be licked. How he wanted to taste but she denied him such a pleasure. Just fantasizing of what she must taste like almost sent him over the edge. She must have known, for she stopped. He let out a muffled groaned and bucked his hips, trying to tell her to continue.

He watched her sit up while turning her head so she could look at him out of the corner of her eye. Her face was emotionless as usual but her eyes danced with so many emotions. Next he knew, she repositioned herself and was teasing him by rubbing her nether lips on the tip of his manhood. He attempted to buck his hips, hoping to at least get the head in but she held his hips down with one hand. She was stronger than she looked. Most likely stronger than he was. She was torturing him, allowing only him to rub her while she watched his face twist in pleasure and desperation. It was like a game to her. When he had enough, he looked her in the eye and mumbled something through his cloth gag. He was pleading.

In one swift motion he was finally inside her and she was riding him. He watched the way her hips bounced and gyrated on him. It was one of the most beautiful sights he ever saw. She watched him, the way he eyed her body, the way he closed his eyes, the way he threw his head back in pleasure. He tried to suppress them but after a few minutes of being ridden, he was groaning and moaning through his gag. It was a sound she savored.

Only after she quickened her pace did she stop holding his hips down. It was a blessing to him. He allowed his hips to buck into her. His eyes followed the bouncing of her breasts. How he wanted to grab them and suckle from them. It was another pleasure she painfully denied. She didn't moan, groan, or grunt. Her face didn't twist in pleasure like his did but he could tell she was close. He could feel it.

Her orgasm finally hit. She threw her head back as pleasure rippled through her body. He followed soon after, finally releasing all his pent-up stress and frustration into one load. She rode out her orgasm until the waves of pleasure finally dispersed and she was left feeling satisfied and relaxed. For a while, neither of them did anything except attempt to catch their breath from their release. Finally, she leaned forward and pulled his gag out of his mouth. Her lips met his in a passionate tryst. Their tongues danced together before she pulled away and spoke to him.

"Again."

"Please."