"So, are you ready to play the game my way?"
Mae Southall shook her head, struggling to breathe past the gag in her mouth. This was about control. Mae had lost it. He was in charge. She was helpless and they both knew it. Mae twisted her ankles inward to relieve some of the tension in her legs.
They were tied tight to the bedposts, as were her hands. She lay spread-eagled and vulnerable, every naked curve of her body on display. Mae hated being naked, powerless and under someone else's control. No woman, let alone an overweight one like Mae, would be comfortable with this situation. She gave one more futile attempt to pull on the silken ropes to break free. They held fast and she winced at the pain in her wrists.
"You have to learn who the boss is." He leaned in and ran one long finger down between her breasts to her navel before sinking into her cunt and ramming hard.
Mae bucked and moaned under his plunging finger. She should have been screaming for him to stop, but the gag prevented her from doing so, and he'd teased her mercilessly, gotten her so wet with need, anything hard and long felt good. Mae wanted to hate him, to fight him. She gritted her teeth and willed herself not to push up to meet his every thrust.
He laughed. "You're defiant. I like that, baby." A second finger joined the first.
Mae looked into eyes she once thought such a dazzling, pretty blue. How did I get here? Why did I ever allow him to touch me? In her heart Mae knew she was responsible for this. Insatiable hunger had brought her to this point.
He smiled, massaging her clit with the fingers of his other hand. "You have no idea who I am, do you, baby?"