Waltz climbed on the massage table, his body finally touching hers, softly grinding against her, skin on skin. He reached down between them and positioned himself to enter her, only to delay a little more. He didn’t make her beg, not with words anyway; her pleading eyes said all that needed to be said as he teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock up and down between her pussy lips. Fury was wet and oh-so-ready.<br/><br/>He braced himself and then he trust in all the way. There was no resistance, just the sweet sliding inside of her; the tightness of her muscles all around him and the little bump in back where he could feel the butt plug’s broad tulip head.<br/><br/>Fury moved underneath him, her breath becoming more ragged with every thrust, all her bulk and strength bound, harnessed and<em>tamed</em>for receiving him and giving him pleasure – just as he gave her the same. He toyed with her nipples, squeezing them a little harder now that she was riding the wave with him, and then reached further up. His hands traced over her neck and he put a finger through the ring on her collar, giving it a rough pull to let her know who was in charge while he fucked her. His free hand clawed into the wet, tangled mess of her hair and he pulled her head forward, forcing her to maintain eye contact as he increased the pace.<br/>