She whimpered as he teased her arms and neck, staring at his fullness. Inches away, so close. She strained against her bonds, soft cries escaping with every exhale, and pressed towards it, her tongue flicking against the tip. Then his nails were scratching, and she arched deeply, not even realizing she had been able to hove her head. A moan, punctuated as a yelp as he began to rough handle her breast. That precarious ledge between pain and pleasure, she was so unsteady upon it. Moaning, she writhed, alternately arching and shying away.<br/><br/>Her neck arched with his tongue, and she whimpered, shuddering under his bits, her own scent adding to that of the room, a moan joining his in the intimate dance across the room, and she stared blindly, every muscle wound tight. She arched, legs pressing further apart, presenting herself, arms sliding wider, and panted, wetting her lips with her tongue, biting them down, loving the sensual feeling. "Roe...." She whimpered, turning her gaze to stare at him hungrily, swallowing.