Some bondage and groping

Doug pulls your arms behind your back and you feel a familiar cold feeling on your wrist, followed by the click of the cuffs closing around your wrists. As much as you loved it when he took his time with the ropes, this was just so much faster and easier, letting you get it on faster. Testing the cuffs, you find the chain between the cuffs is virtually non existant, holding your wrists close behind your back.

You smile as Dough pulls your hair back, expecting him to grab it, pull you down to your knees and fuck your throat. However, instead he pulls out a large black ballgag and holds it to your lips. Not needing to be told, you open your mouth and let him push it in and buckle the strap tightly. The ball is a good size. Large enough to fill your mouth nicely, but a little squishy and not so large to make your jaws to sore. You moan whil Doug hands explore your body, groping your tits, pinching your nipples and moving down to grab your plump ass.

While he gropes you, Dough leans in close, pinning your hips again the counter and whispering in your ear. "God you´re such a slut. Dressing like this and hoping I´d come home and treat you like a whore? Bet you could barely focus on anything but cock all day."

He moves a hand under your skirt, just placing his hand over your pussy. You try to buck your hips, you want him inside you! But he easily holds you against the counter and chuckles. "So needy, so impatient. You need to remember that I decide when I fuck you. Not you." He yanks your head back by your hair, making you groan at the pain but also get even wetter at the rough treatment. "Maybe I shouldn´t have put a ring on your finger, but a collar around your neck, made you crawl on the ground like the animal you are."

While you get more and more aroused, Doug still hasn´t started fingering your pussy, just firmly holding his hand over it...