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Her eyes are wide, filled with the perfect mix of surprise and fear. We had planned this, but it still feels so thrillingly real.

“No one is going to save you, angel.”

Her throat bobs and her eyes dilate as she searches mine, realizing what’s happening.

She shakes her head and begins fighting against me, making me harder. I remove my hand from her mouth and grab her wrist.

“No! Please don’t do this!” she cries, wriggling beneath me.

“Shut it,” I snap, tearing her nightgown off her body. The sound of fabric ripping echoes through the room. I pull her panties down her legs and ball them up. “Open your mouth.”

She shakes her head, clamping her lips shut.

I growl and force them open, pushing the panties inside. “That will keep you quiet.”

She kicks out, trying to get away.

I roughly grab her tits and squeeze them, making her gasp.

She tries to run for the door as I reach down into the gym bag and pull out the thick coil of rope, but I’m too fast. Before she’s taken two steps, I’ve got my hand around the back of her neck. There’s a palpable tension between us as I force her to face me and bind her hands together, the rope tight and rough against her soft skin.

She squirms and struggles, so I tighten the knots further, ensuring she won’t be able to escape.

Next, I move to her legs, binding them to her arms so she’s completely immobilized.

The sight of her, bound and helpless, is intoxicating. Pulling my cock from my pants, I force her back onto the bed and drag her to the edge roughly so her head is over it and pull the balled-up fabric from her mouth, slamming my cock deep into her throat.

“Your throat is perfect for fucking,” I growl, thrusting to the back and making her gag. “Such a good little slut.” Saliva spills down my cock as tears spring to her eyes.

She gags violently at the intrusion, tightening her throat around my dick.

“I bet your cunt is soaking wet right now. Desperate to be fucked while you tell me to stop, isn’t it?”

She tries to shake her head but can’t. Tears spill from her eyes as she gags again as my size hits the back of her throat.

“Such a dirty little bitch getting wet while she’s getting raped,” I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her mouth off my cock.

“Tell me how much you don’t want it,” I demand.

”Fuck you!” she spits, making my cock harder.

“Wrong answer.” I grab the panties and stuff them back in her mouth before lifting her with her bindings and placing her on the floor. I step back to admire her bound and spread open for me.

“You’re soaking wet,” I say, kneeling before her and running my fingers through her cunt. “Desperate for cock.”

She shakes her head and mumbles something behind the makeshift gag.

I smirk and fist my cock, watching her back arch out of instinct. “It looks like you’re a dirty little slut who likes being raped.” I slam into her wet pussy viciously.

Ella cries out, biting her bottom lip. It’s a beautiful sight to behold. The power flooding through my veins is intoxicating as I watch her act like she doesn’t want it. Thrashing against the restraints and glaring at me with a fire of angry desire.

“There’s no use fighting. You might as well enjoy it.”

As if she can’t deny me anything, her body goes limp. Her expression full of desire but also unshed tears as I watch her through the peepholes of my mask, wishing I could kiss her.

I love her perverse kink, as this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. “You’ll take it. You’ll take that cock like a good girl.” I fuck her hard and deep, enjoying every sound that comes from behind her panties.

Her eyes roll in her head as she nears her climax, forcing me to stop. I pull myself out of her, and she whimpers, and then I lift her with the rope and force her onto her front so her face is pressed into the ground.

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