Chain-Banged

Becky is thrown onto a soft mattress as the door to Thornton’s quarters shuts behind them. She fearfully scurries back to the bed's pillows as Thornton casually unbuttons his shirt in front of his mirror, as if preparing for a bath. He peers back at the delicate woman and her perky breasts, smirking to himself.

“Squirming around like that will prove nothing but prolong this. I'll have you in the end.” Becky gives no reply as he reaches into his nightstand, pulling out an object he immediately hides as he turns to make haste to the bed.

His knees sink into the mattress as he crosses the fabric to make his way to her. Becky was frozen, lost in the man’s eyes. She couldn’t lie to herself, he was attractive. But there was something about him that was… wrong. There was a coldness in his expression that she had never seen in another person.

He runs a rough experienced hand over her pristine, if not cum stricken skin. He traces his fingers over her breast, her nipple hardening at the smallest touch. Goosebumps formed all over her as he again stared blankly at her, halting his foreplay. At that moment, he was thoughtless, fearless, as if he was a wolf stalking his prey. She was so lost in his gaze, that she was taken by surprise when he struck.

His hand wraps around her throat as the back of her head collides with the bedframe. Not enough to cause any harm, but enough to daze her. Before she knew it, he was between her legs, looming over her as he squeezed around her throat. Thornton’s thick, veiny cock was out as quickly as his pants were shed.

“Open.” He commands coldly, as he squeezes the air from her throat. Becky tries to resist, the lack of oxygen making her face redden, and her dainty hands latching onto his arm in the form of a plea. However, she cannot hold out long as she frantically gasps for air. In response, he jams his cock inside.

Becky whimpers as her jaw tries to accommodate the large intruder inside. Fortunately, he stays still as he grabs her left wrist. Becky shudders as she feels cold metal enclose around it, and a clattering noise made as one of her arms were now manacled to the bed frame.

Thornton steadies himself with both hands on the bedpost to Becky’s dread, her sobs only coming out as **** around his cock. He thrusts, and in response her body quivers, doing her best to escape as the feeling of **** on him electrifies her. A stimulation she took plenty of pleasure from. He pauses as if teasing her, then buries himself further in her throat. Pause. Further. Pause. Further.

He continues until picking up the rhythm, fastening up the pace quickly as Becky battled to breathe. “Grrk- grrk- grrk-” He throatfucks her with little sympathy, Becky’s unbound hand still remains wrapped around his forearm as he collides into her, the scientist's legs jolting every time he works his way down.

Thornton gasps and shudders, freezing in Becky’s mouth. Her dazed eyes make their way to read his expression. He had already built up a sweat, and he was about to cum.

Becky laps against his red hot shaft, trying to finish the job. He quickly places a palm against her forehead, pushing her away, and releasing her throat. “Not... That easily.”