Julian's laugh was soft, dark, a sound that sent shivers through her. "Good girl," he murmured. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her ass, thick and hard.
"Mhh… please…" The contact made her moan, her body arching back toward him, seeking more.
But he didn't give it to her. Not yet.
Instead, he grabbed the rope binding her wrists, pulling it to arch her back further. The position forced her ass higher, her legs spreading wider, her body entirely at his mercy. She felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, but he held still, letting the anticipation build until it was unbearable.
"Ahh… nnh…" Her moan was half-sob, half-plea, her body trembling as she fought to obey.
The wood creaked under her, her nipples scraping against the rough surface, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her.
"Beg again," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
"Mhh! Please… fuck me, Master… ahh… I need you!" Her moans were frantic, her body trembling with the effort to please him.
