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He puts his knee into your lower back to hold you down while he finishes undoing his pants. He moves his knee and you start to try to crawl away. He grabs you around the waist and drives his cock deep inside of you. You cry out and he rams you again. He moves so that you are laying on your side and he moves so that he is spooned up behind you. He reaches down and removes his pants completely and your shorts. You can feel his cock resting against your buttocks.

“Love, love, love. You’re making this all so hard on yourself. Give in to me and the torture stops.” He says as he starts to run those leather clad hands all over your body.

You actually find yourself wanting to just give in and get the whole mess over with but something in the back of your mind keeps telling you to resist. You lay there with him caressing your body for what seems to be hours. His leather clad hands running all over your body gently but with a purpose. You can’t help but shudder at his touch. He seems to know exactly where and how to touch you. He keeps whispering into your ear to give in to your desires to just let go but you cannot make yourself do that. You struggle to break free from his grasp and he actually releases you.

You stand up slowly and start to head down the hallway into the kitchen. You look behind you and see that he’s not following you. You start to breathe a sigh of relief and then turn to walk into the kitchen running right smack dab into him.

“Going somewhere? We’re not finished yet.” He says as he grabs you roughly by the wrist.

“Stop it you’re hurting me.” You cry.

“Good that was the idea.” He states as he slams you up against the wall where the staircase is.

He moves his body to pin you up against the wall and slowly takes off his shirt. His eyes are dark and you can tell he’s growing impatient with you. He grabs your wrists and moves them over top of your head. He takes his shirt and uses it to tie your hands to the railing of the staircase.

“My patience with you grows thin my dear. I’m going to lose control soon and end up hurting you.” He growls as he reaches up your back grabbing your hair and yanking your head back.

You wince at the pain. He starts to kiss your throat as you moan loudly. He moves up against you, his cock brushing up against your sex, teasing you almost. You gasp as he slightly smiles. He runs his leather clad hand from your hair down your side and rests it on your hip.

“I think I have just figured out how to break you. Care for a clue?” He asks sarcastically.

You look away from him trying to ignore him. Wanting him to continue but not wanting to show that you want this.

“Just think of the first two lines of Music of the Night. You know MY song.” He says slowly.

You stand there trying to even remember the first two lines of the song. Right now you’re lucky you can still even remember your name. He walks into the other room and then starts to come back into the room singing “Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes, and stirs imagination.”