In desperation she was wildly flailing about. Her soft body crushed against his chest as he gripped and lost his grip on her hands. The heels of her feet planting into his shins from time to time. He gave her places to claw at him but did everything he knew how to keep out of those pristine teeth.<br/><br/>His goal was to get manacles on her again. Her wrist in his he wrenched her arm behind her back. Pulling it up by the wrist.<br/><br/>His other hand around her waist. Keeping her body tight against his. Letting her feel the bulge of heat she had awakened pressed hard against her ass cheeks. GoodFellow always aroused at the brushing of a writhing woman against him. She was adding to that heat. He grunted in pleasure as he lifted her slightly off the floor and bend her over her bed head first.<br/><br/>The metal of the cuff around her wrist pinned behind her back. His voice in her ear, "Other hand Astrid so that you can walk to class. If not you'll be much later and very satisfied."