Loud

All she could hear was the music. A deep, pulsing beat. Coming from the back of the house. The room was dark, a tinge of light coming from an open door down the hall.

The chair was wooden, high-backed. She wore black lace panties and a matching bra and nothing else. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back and fastened to the chair. Her ankles were knotted to the legs of the chair.

And all she could hear was the music.

She remembered him tying her up, then walking away. Then the music started.

She didn't know how long he'd been gone. Thirty minutes, maybe an hour.

The music didn't stop. Loud. Pulsing. Beating. Like her heart.

She felt beads of sweat on her head. The anticipation of what was next made her wet between her legs.

She didn't hear as he walked behind her, but she saw more light from the candle he carried.

He placed the candle on a table behind her chair. She saw his shadow to the side of her.

He was in front of her now. No shirt, only a well-fitting pair of boxer briefs. His body lean and hungry.

She watched as he massaged his cock through his briefs. Watched the way his eyes took all of her in. Watched as the cotton grew tighter around his stiffening member. Watched as pre-cum stained through the dark shorts. All the while, the music continued. Loud. Relentless. Her desire building.

She watched as his shorts dropped to the floor. Admired the strong, hard, pulsing cock as he stroked it. He let it go, let her see the full length and thickness of him.

He walked behind her, grabbed her throat, and brought her lips to his, taking an angry, hungry kiss -- taking her breath away. His hands wandered, down to her breasts, down to her aching pussy. His fingers beneath lace, teasing moist folds, opening her. A finger pressed in, a second joined. He stroked her, teased her clit, and she moaned in expectant delight.

One hand on her neck, his pussy-soaked fingers in her mouth as she licked every single drop of her desire.

He was in front of her now, his cock even stiffer than before.

He grabbed the back of her head, a handful of her hair. Shoved his cock over her lips, into her mouth, into her throat. Held it there as her eyes began to water. Pulled it out a bit... rubbed it on her lips, rubbed between her breasts. Then back into her mouth. In and out. Fucking her face, taking what he wanted.

His grip on her hair grew tighter and his cock moved faster. Over her lips, on her tongue, to her throat. Sometimes slipping completely out, then shoved back in. He was lost in the pleasure of her.

He pulled her down, all the way down his shaft, held her there and she felt the pulsing, the throbbing. His explosion was exquisite. He grunted, moaned her name. Thick, hot semen filled her throat and she took all she could.

He pulled back, his cock still semi-hard. He took her in, noticed the tears down her face, the cum dripping from her used mouth. Warm drops forming on her bra and breasts.

He walked behind her, whispered to her. She just smiled.

The music. Pulsing. Loud.

Her body aching. Hungry. Wanting more.