“Fuck…you,” she gasped harshly with the hesitance of using an unfamiliar language. “You… first.” He laughed, his thrusts hard in initial response.
“A challenge. The slave girl wants a challenge,” He slid his hand beneath her body and circled his fingers on her clit, “So be it.”
Her body rocked, tethered at each end, unable to grip for purchase as she strained against the inexorable straps again and again and again.
“Come for me,” he leaned forward and bit her gently on the earlobe, just enough to provide an exquisite counterpoint to her pleasure. He slammed into her hard and still she resisted release. The sounds that came from his lips were animalistic…a rutting beast. Her own were its mate.
The contractions started as her ass tightened around his cock, again and again milking him with rhythmic pulses. The sensation drove a strobe in his brain, directly linked to his length. With a final thrust he pressed deep and groaned his release. He collapsed on her briefly, spent.
When he removed himself from her he lay to one side, relishing the cool of the silk against his sweat-shined skin. Her back rose hard and fast, mirroring his breathing.
“You fuck divinely for a slave,” He uttered, his voice rich with amusement.
“Fuck you,” Her reply was smooth as honey, the vowels rounded as she emulated his tongue. Thin fingers still worked at her bonds, but he did not release her. He turns his head to regard her blinded face. “I fuck divinely for a princess.”
“I wondered who would end up with you,” He drawled while standing from the bed in one languid, predatory motion.
“I will kill you next time, Centuriones,” She promised softly, stilling her struggles.
“I will make you beg for it next time,” He spoke close to her ear. She jerked her head away from the sound of his voice.
“You first.”
“A challenge. I like that, slave.”