She panicked, her torso twisting on the chaise as she fought for freedom, for air. He silently counted off the seconds in his head. He couldn’t stay there long, not without major risk, and he was just on the verge of pulling free when her thighs fell apart.

“Good girl,” he said, masking his relief with a guttural laugh, and yanked his cock out of her mouth. She coughed and retched, dragging in great gulps of air as he rose and circled the chaise to stand on the other side. He didn’t bother to mask his delight when she picked her head up to glare at him through watery eyes, her face coated with tears and spit. The hood he wore would hide most of his expression, but he didn’t mind if she saw him grinning.

“You bastard,” she choked out, her voice strained and raw, and tried to kick him. He dodged her bare foot, laughing even though her heel had some dangerously close to his dangling balls. Not wanting to have to dodge another one had him reevaluating his plan.

He rolled her onto her belly, ignoring flailing legs and muttered curses, and parked himself on her ass again, facing her feet. “One minute, darling,” he said cheerfully while she bucked and jerked under him. “I just need to take care of something, then we’ll get on with it.”

He retrieved the coil of rope he’d placed under the chaise that afternoon and looped it around her ankle. Working fast—she was really kicking, though she was beginning to tire—he bent her leg, bringing her heel as close to her butt as he could and quickly wound the rope around her upper thigh. It wasn’t too tight or too restrictive, but it would keep her from racking him in the nuts.

Satisfied with the improvisation, he repeated it on the other leg, then stood up to admire his handiwork. “There, now, where was I? Oh yes. Here.”

She jerked when he shoved a hand between her thighs. “Get your fucking hands off me.”

“You must really like the hard way,” he commented gleefully, and abandoned her pussy to beat her ass for a few minutes.

He peppered her butt with blows, making sure to spread them around. Her ass was glowing red within minutes, but he kept going. She was still spitting curses at him and struggling to get free, surprising him with her endurance. So he kept at it, watching her butt jiggle and jerk and the dark spot on the chaise under her get bigger.

“You fucking asshole,” she finally groaned, and sagged against the chair, panting.