His overpowering musk fills my nostrils. All I can hear and feel is the twist of our bodies slammingtogether, his hands ripping all over me, pulling down my pants and panties.
Then, he stops short. I try to reach for him, feeling suddenly cold, but he steps away from mygrasp.
I glare at him, all of me pulsing with want for more. “Thought you were here to free me.”
“Who said that?” He steps close again and strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m hereto reclaim what’s mine.”
He undoes his pants, then yanks me by the chain back to him. Just like that, he’s inside me, mywhole body flush with it.
Oh f**k, does it feel good.
His one hand is around my neck, the other on my chain, pulling me to him, shoving himself insideme, harder and deeper and
