I could feel myself on the edge and was about ready to fall until he dropped his boxers and in one swift movement, he slid his cock into my pussy, slo...wly at first and then picking up speed. I cried out in pleasure. The fantasy that I was longing for had finally come to reality. He held my hands above my head, and with our fingers intertwined, he pulsed deeper. "Chase! Oh my God..." I cried. The feeling of him deeper inside me sent a fire straight to my brain. I worked up my woman power and. “Oh, what’s this, are you liking this?” she shook her head no. “Bull shit” I said and pinched one of her nipples. She screamed at this, which I liked so I did the same to her other nipple. Then I grabbed her by the hair and forced her onto her knees. I reached in my bag and took out the nipple clamps. I put them on her and I could see the tears starting to make her mascara run down her face. “Oh, what’s wrong little girl,” I said observing this “it this too much pain for you?” She nodded. Moving quickly, he laid on top of me, pinning me to the couch as he reached over the arm to find the rope he had hidden there earlier. As he continued to pin me with his body he grabbed my hands and tied me to the couch. I closed my eyes and took pleasure in feeling his heart beat race against my chest, his erect cock pressing into my stomach. When he finished tying me he got up, and started stripping. As his shirt came off I stared at his chest, heaving with quick breaths. A small gasp escaped. ‘I feel so fulfilled when I feel you watching me. When I made love to Emma this evening with only Harriett watching, I felt so empty. I know Emma enjoyed it. She really loves my body.’ Charlotte winced, but she knew it was true. Perhaps Harriett’s annoyance with Susan was also because she seemed to give Emma more pleasure than anyone else. ‘Emma was so passionate. And aggressive. Look at the bruises.’ She emerged from the sheets and pointed at blue and slightly red patches of skin around her.