The discomfort was starting to get to her. Sweat glistens across her skin as she tries to flex sore shoulders. Silken cord digs into her wrists joined high above her head, holding her arms unnaturally straight. The muscles in her legs tense as she lifts herself onto her tip toes, her face relaxing as the pressure on the hook pushing a ball into her bowel lessens. The reprieve was temporary of course. Her legs begin to quiver and she starts to sag, the cord running from her wrists to hook growing taught.
My hand ghosts across her back, arm closing under her ribs. Buzzing shakes the air as I slide a vibrator along her slit. I take her weight easily, lifting and dropping her. Shivering and gasping her hips follow the vibe. Chasing it desperately as I withdraw it. Opening eagerly as my hands move to her thighs, pulling her back up. I slam into her in one sudden thrust, taking the opportunity to grab the cord and pull it tight. As I withdraw the hook takes her weight and she grimaces. Pressure alternates and I bury my face into the crook of her neck, biting into the supple flesh as I concentrate on what I'm doing. Our hips slam together with increasing speed. Driven by need that flares into desperation I drive into her. The final explosive crescendo slams into both of us with shuddering force.
Panting softly I slip the cord from her wrist and she falls limply against me. Just like a puppet with its strings cut.