Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his fingers trace the fabric of her brassiere over the crest of her shoulder and down her upper arm. He leaned down–his breath soft and warm on her skin, sent a shiver down her spine and gooseflesh formed on her shoulders and back. His lips lightly brushed the skin of her neck beneath her ear, and a sigh escaped her lips. She thrust her arms forward against the wall, bracing herself as he nibbled at her earlobe and teased her with his tongue.
“Please...sir.” She corrected herself.
“Yes?” He answered as he pulled away. But she closed her eyes and said nothing. She waited.
He reached between them and freed his throbbing cock. His pants fell swiftly to the floor. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and gave the fabric a firm tug, nearly causing her to lose her balance, save for her hands against the wall. She let out a yelp as she felt the fabric tear and the cool air bathe her sex. He balled the scraps of lace in his fist and with a fistful of hair, he pulled her hair back and sternly spoke. “Open.”
She did as she was told and soon the makeshift gag silenced the muffled sounds of ecstasy that filled the room. Still holding her head back at an awkward angle he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple, causing it to smart.
“These are mine, aren’t they, my pet?” He teased.
All she could do was close her eyes and nod. The combination of the excitement and shame overwhelmed her as she felt him reach between her buttocks and spread the folds of her lips with his rough and calloused fingers. He growled into her ear as he took his time exploring the folds of her sex and her clitoris. She was wet. He was hungry. And as he lifted her from the floor and guided his throbbing cock inside her dripping cunt, he took her savagely, fulfilling both their needs.