<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Galley moving to Braxton's Quarters, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Braxton<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/605be6a04d134e530423a91ce5b0745f.jpg)</div><br/>The suddenness of Braxton's motion from the deep passionate kiss to the abrupt way he grabbed her an pulled her from her chair shocked and frightened Mya.  Having seen how agitated he was only minutes before and knowing that he was probably still a mix of nerves, adrenaline and testosterone mixed with half a bottle of Champagne brought a flare of fear to her mind.  She struggled for a moment, not sure if Braxton's sudden action was an act of violence or lust, finally surrendering to him as she was dragged through the crew area to his quarters.<br/><br/>Mya stood quietly for a moment as Braxton fumbled with his door lock.  She studied the look on his face.  No rage or anger filled his eyes, only animalistic lust.  She started to smile inside but stopped as suddenly when he pushed her violently against the wall.  Holding her against the cool metal wall she felt the cool recycled air caress her ass as he pushed himself into her abruptly.  Her body accepted him happily as he plunged into her hard and fast.  Her moans of pain and pleasure escaped her mouth as a low whimper as he took her without regard.  Just as her body was beginning to grow close to orgasm again, she felt him swell inside of her and fill her already drenched hole.<br/><br/>As quickly as he started he stopped.  Having used the weight of his body to hold herself against the wall, when he pulled away, her weak legs gave out as she began sliding down the door, panting, a hand slowly rubbing her over sensitive folds.  The door opened with a hiss and he pushed her falling body into the room.<em>”On the bed! Naked!”</em>Stumbling towards the bed his order was short and terse.  Pulling the dress over her head and removing her panties Mya obediently crawled onto the bed, her tight moist holes looking up at him in anticipation.<em>”I will be back in a moment.”</em>He told her as he stripped out of his old shirt and slipped into a fresh one.  The feeling of being powerless to understand the actions of her tormentor and being left naked and unsatisfied, Mya's body began to shudder with excitement.  She held her position, planning to remain where she was, ready to receive Braxton, even if it took all night.  She watched out of the corner of her eye as he moved towards the door.  Her surprise came as he turned back towards her and roughly handcuffed her to the headboard.<em>”So you don’t continue without me."</em>Now, restrained to the bed with her ass in the air, unable to play, being forced to wait in a humiliating position; Mya's body began to tingle.<em>"But we don’t want you to get bored, either, now do we?”</em>The feeling of a softly vibrating dildo inserted into her and taped to her body to hold it in heightened the sense of humiliation as she felt her body clench around the sleek metal inside her.<em>”Be good!” </em>His comment made her giggle quietly to herself as she watched him leave the room.<br/><br/>To her enjoyment, the vibrator was set so low that it simply kept her body just a few inches from any real excitement or enjoyment.  She moaned quietly as the realization of her situation and the constant vibration of the dildo inside her kept her constantly yearning for release.  She had been surprised many years ago to find out that the feeling of being on the edge and not being allowed to have release became more and more exciting to her to the point where a previous mistress would leave her for hours strapped to a machine the fucked her slow and methodically not allowing her to build to an orgasm.  Juices slowly began running down her legs as the smell of her growing desire filled the room.