She gives him a choice.

Zena continued to ride Don and she slowed her pace, allowing him to regain his senses. She could see the disorientation lifting from his eyes, replaced by a growing awareness of his position. His moans though were still laced with pain, but began to take on a more pleasurable sound, and his hands still weak started to grasp at her thighs with a bit more purpose.

Zena's own breathing quickened, and she let out soft, husky moans, made to arouse Don further. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying gently above his chest, and her hair cascading down around his face like a curtain.

As her hair danced around Don's face, she leaned in closer, her warm breath caressing his skin. Her voice became low and husky, sending shivers down his spine. "You have a choice to make, Don," she whispered, her words barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "You can either try to fight back, and I'll smother you into submission again... or you can just lay there and enjoy the ride."

Don's eyes, now fully focused, locked onto Zena's, a mix of fear and arousal swirling within them. His hands, still grasping at her thighs, tightened slightly, as if testing the waters.

As Zena's words hung in the air, she slowly began to drag her breasts up to Don's head, her nipples tracing a gentle path along his jawline. She shook them ever so slightly, letting their weight caress his face, the soft skin of her tits barely grazing his cheeks. Don's eyes fluttered closed, his face tilting upward, as if savoring the sensation.

His hands, still weak, made a feeble attempt to move, drifting down to Zena's ass. But she was quick to intercept them, her fingers wrapping around his wrists, guiding them back to her thighs. "Not yet, Don," she whispered, her breath dancing across his skin.