He rolled me over. He grabbed my bonds and pulled me up on my knees, digging the silken cords into my skin. I felt the head of his cock touch my throbbing sex, and then all at once in a single punishing motion, he thrust inside me, burying himself to the root. I arched up and screamed. It hurt, oh it hurt, it stung and burned and it turned my legs to jelly, but it was so good. I felt so full. My back arched, straining my ropes, and I cried out as he began to thrust, moving slowly, gently compared to his first, sharp thrust. Slowly, using the ropes, he pulled me against him, driving in to the root before slowly pulling back, almost drawing all the way out. My legs were shaking like leaves and I could barely keep myself up. Every thrust was a slow, agonizing pleasure, chasing away what remained of the pain. My stomach quivered and my nipples were tight points.
He pulled me upright, driving into me, and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I groaned and shook against him, feeling his huge erection deep inside me. I felt my pussy walls clench, gripping him. He moved slowly, holding me up. Then he pushed me forward and I flopped down on the bed. I saw a flash and went rigid, a chill spilling through me as I saw the bright flash of light on steel. There was a blade in his hand, and I froze with terror until he slipped the blade under the ropes and in a single cut, freed me. The silken cords fell away and he tossed the knife away from the bed. My arms came loose and I spun, wincing as his cock drew out of me. Surging forward, he pushed me down by the shoulders and entered me again, pressing me down with his weight as my arms and legs and slid around his back and hips and gripped tightly, forcing him in deep.
I raked my nails down his back, and he rolled. I lifted up from the force of the movement and came down hard on his cock. The ropes had left red lines all over my skin, and I was flushed around my neck and between my legs and slick with sweat. I rode him hard, bucking my hips forward and back, giving in to pure instinct. Grinding on him, my pleasure built. I let my head fall back as his hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts together, his thumbs circling my nipples. I was so clenched up I thought I would burst, that my muscles would snap like overtightened springs. I started to rise up and sink down, riding the length of his shaft, my legs shaking from the exertion of lifting my body, but I couldn’t stop. I lifted up, sat up, and rode him, hugging myself, panting and gasping and moaning, feeling sweat slide between my breasts and down my back. Flower petals fell all around me, white against the black velvet.
Heat snaked up from between my legs, spreading along my spine before opening in a fan that spread through my body. Waves of warmth slid down my legs, down my arms, made my fingers curl into fists as my toes curled back and I bucked wildly, grinding his cock deep inside me. The heat turned to cold then back to heat, spreading through me and I slumped forward, my stomach clenching as my pussy gripped his cock, and then arched back and cried out as the wave broke before I collapsed on his chest, jerking as the shocks spread through my body and my muscles went rigid. There was too much pleasure to be contained within me. As I peaked, he put his hands on my hips and thrust into me below, spending himself with a sharp grunt and a series of merciless thrusts that lifted me bodily from the bed until I went totally limp on top of him.
I collapsed, spent. I was so worn out I couldn’t even move, totally at his mercy. Exhausted as I was, I was totally content. I shifted to keep his cock inside me, still throbbing as he grunted and gasped through his fading climax, my body wringing out the last of his seed. I let him go soft inside me, remaining pressed to his chest until he lowered me to the bed and spread out my arms and legs. Rising to his knees, he began working the tension out of my muscles in a slow massage, working up my legs one at a time, then down my arms, before I rolled onto my belly. He worked the kinks out of my back and shoulders, kneaded my ass and traced his fingers over my skin until I was totally relaxed. Slowly, he slipped the mask off my face.
I rose up on my hands and knees, then knelt. McCray laid back on the bed and I leaned on his stomach, tracing my fingernails over his chest, brushing them through his dark hair as he caressed my leg and hip. I could feel his seed on my leg.
Little was said after that. He gave me a robe. I bathed, he drove me back to our meeting place and I walked back to campus, feeling an extra sway in my hips. My roommate didn’t notice my arrival.
The next day, I went to class. Everything felt strange. I ended up in McCray’s office again at the end of the day. This time he laid out on the couch and tasted my pussy as I brought him to climax with my mouth. I swallowed just before the explosion hit and I lay beside him, my head resting on his thigh.