Her eyes flash fire, blue flame under soft curling lashes as she raises her arms above her head, the soft fabric of the restraints tickles against her skin and she moans and writhes with the sensation.
One wrist slipped through the soft noose, then the other, straps cinched tightly and tied together, wrists together, arms bent, straps tied hard and fast to the metal bedframe, her hands and arms are immobilized and she pushes against her bonds, pulling, tugging, such is the fire of her spirit, she will take to restraint but will always be her own woman.
I slide my body between her legs, forcing them apart, appreciative of the strength and defiance in her thighs, their shape and form, her sweet beautiful sex is opened up to me, pink and delicious between the sweeping lines of her thighs. But such pleasure is to wait, I slowly lower myself over her, hovering, my thick strong arms bearing me up, my mouth low and close to her neck, biting, suckling, whispering into her ear teasingly "I want to fuck you my angel"