Tegan stiffened as the leather drew back, waiting for the stiff smack across her back, unable to help bracing herself. Instead he slowly dragged it up her back, to her neck. Twice, different angles. She stretched her spine as he slowly drew it up, shuddering softly, a whimper slipping from her throat. Her fingers squeezed in response to his words, and she gaped at each one, shivering, each squeeze sending a bolt of arousal to her core. driving her higher, wanting him more.<br/><br/>She pressed her back into his scalding frame, hissing in pain and surprise, but not wincing away. She shuddered against his hands, her fingers responding to his commands, completely unable to resist him. She moved with him as far as she could, shuddering against him, straining against the ropes to accept him into her. She arched her lower back down, presenting herself to him, leaning against him for balance and support.<br/><br/>He finally slipped home and she cried out, gasping as he pressed in, filling her, burning hot, and yet not really hurting her. Thousands of tiny thorns scratched her body, and she moaned. They were nowhere near deep enough to cut, just a thin scrape across her body, almost a sunburn. She moaned out his name, eyes still closed. "Please...."