Scene: A young woman lying naked on a bed. Long dark hair spread over the pillow, some tangled in her arms, which are stretched above her head, her wrists secured with steel handcuffs to the cast iron bedstead. Rumpled white sheets, and a soft white facecloth, wet, held in the hand of a man who kneels on the bed, gently wiping the perspiration from the woman's face. He is as naked as she, and he's apparently just come from the shower. He's being very solicitous, wiping the cloth gently over her face, neck, and chest, and then holding a straw to her lips. She drinks, and he turns away to set the glass and cloth on the bedside table.
Her eyes close, and a small smile plays on her lips as he crawls into the bed alongside her. He offers again to remove the handcuffs, but she shakes her head. He lies down against her side, wrapping his arm around her, head propped up with one hand. They talk, quietly. The words aren't important, only the tone, which moves between a loving murmur and a teasing banter. Soon his fingers are again moving over her body, dragging trails of fire across her skin. His nails tweak her nipples and she moans.
He moves over her, his hands moving lower on her body and his mouth dropping kisses on her face and neck. His tongue slips between his lips and drags wetly down her neck, and she writhes beneath him. As his fingers begin to slip between her thighs, his teeth drag over her shoulder.
She gasps and his fingers push into her. He feels the slippery moisture of her pussy, so very wet since he's only just made love to her. His fingers slip and slide among her wet folds, as his teeth tease her shoulders. She whimpers as he rubs her clit, then moves down, stroking her soft lips, and further down to her 'back door', and she jumps when he touches that bruised spot. He feels his own essence there, escaping from her puckered hole, the greasy artificial lubricant, and her own natural wetness. Moving back up, he begins rubbing her clit in earnest, his eyes locking with hers as she bites her lip. He knows he can bring her to the edge this way.
Supporting his weight with his left hand and arm, he manipulates her pussy with his right hand. His eyes smile into hers, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Her wrists pull at the handcuffs - not, he knows, seeking release, but to feel the metal biting into her skin. His teeth latch onto her nipple and dig in, tugging roughly. She moans, higher in pitch now, with a desperate note. He rubs more firmly on her clit, and his teeth release her nipple. He takes a deep breath, watching her face.