A sadistic toothy grin spreads over Isoke’s lips as you ask him to forego the diplomatic approach for something rougher.  Without warning, his hand released your shoulder only to grab a fist full of your hair close to your scalp and forcefully pulls you up from the surface for a second.  In that brief moment, he thrusts into you hard enough for you to stumble forward a few paces until your thighs slam against the edge of the desk, which was immediately followed by him resettling his grip from your hair to the back of your neck and roughly forcing you back down to the wooden surface.  This new position effectively pinned you against the heavy wooden furniture, giving you very little room to waggle your hips or otherwise impede his humping.  Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him withdraw a silken ribbon from his pocket with his free hand and, in a very clearly practiced motion, quickly wound it around your tail before fastening it to his sash at his side to keep the bothersome appendage out of his way.<br/><br/>Just to be safe, he seizes your wrist on that side and twists your arm so that it is pinned against the middle of your back where it won’t be able to mess with the tail binding.  ”Ahhh, so much better.”  Isoke isn’t shy about putting his weight on you to hold you in place nor to apply pressure to the arm should you start to be uncooperative.  Trapped as you are, he likewise doesn’t hold back as he starts hammering his cock inside of you with thrusts powerful enough to make you feel confident there’s going to be bruising where your thighs are being rammed into the edge of the desk.  He lets out a carnal growl of pleasure as he continues taking you like the foxy slut you are.