But Bo wasn’t into typical foreplay or the usual course of making love. She was his for the taking, bound at the wrists to the head of the bed with her feet and legs left free. Submissive, yearning, her hunger for him overpowered any other thought that attempted to crowd into her beleaguered brain. He stabbed her p***y ruthlessly, then fell down against her body, naked skin to naked skin, and f****d her hard and fast while holding her tightly against his chest, his ferocity unlike anything she remembered. He wanted to roll her over and grovel from one end of the bed to the other as they had in the past, but he’d already tied her arms, making such a journey impossible.
He was content, though. Content to f**k her as she lay.
“Oh, Bo, please release my arms!” she cried, wanting desperate
