She screamed, knowing it to be a futile effort. He had her. She wanted this, but she also wanted the struggle. So she let the rope rub her wrists raw and she vainly tried to free herself from the bed.
He stood just above the bed watching her struggle. He smiled, he loved this as much as she did. He was a foreman on the controversial tunnel project and always felt like he was fighting for control at work. Here, he knew he had it. He knew that the power was hers to give him. But she gave it with the eagerness of a sinner looking to confess and he took it like a delicious meal after a month of famine.
She writhed prettily for him, her arms tied above her head her feet free to kick and struggle. It was the game they both liked. She could pretend to fight him off with her legs while he overpowered her with his strength and size.
He walked around to the side of the bed where she could see him. His hand smack her thigh, eliciting a yelp of pain with hint of excitement. Her face appeared determined and angry, but he could see the exhilaration in her eyes. She was one of the managers at the newest tech start up nearby. Her job forced her to make a bunch of decisions. He made her obey and her mind loved the relief, her body loved the pain and pleasure.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he said, eyes locked on hers.
She had decided early today, in a meeting with a bunch of stakeholders, she wasn't going to be his good girl tonight. She wanted his punishment. She glared, trying to hide her smile.
"No!" was her quick reply as she looked away, rolled over, and began her fake escape attempts again leaving her ass within spanking distance.