At long last it subsided and she groaned through her ball gag, drool and now sweat running down her face. Her mind ran riot with visions of him holding her down and fucking her, bending her over the kitchen counter as he had earlier, or perhaps back over the table, pushing her bound legs over his shoulder and ramming himself into her, ignoring her muffled screams of shock, then pleasure…Get a grip! He stepped closer, almost between her legs, and seizing her chin tilted her face up so that she would have to meet his gaze. Resolving to Google the family when she got home, Marie firmly bent her mind on housework again. While she panted in frustration, he’d positioned her kneeling again, sitting back on her heels. Why wasn’t he freewheeling throughout Europe like his siblings? He waited while she struggled into position, the chains just barely allowing her to clasp her hands behind her head as she knelt before him and spread her thighs.
