Oh, how desperately she wanted to speak. To tell him how good it felt... how relieved she was that he had accepted her offer. How much she had thought of him all week. How much she craved this. But then, he knew, didn’t he? Her eyes fluttered closed as he slowly increased his tempo. His fingers wrapped around her bound forearms and she felt a slight pull at her shoulders as he used her forearms for leverage, pressing into her with increasing speed. It was too much, and yet not enough. Her clit was dying for attention, but just barely denied it by the position of their legs. Her breasts rubbed very slightly against the table’s surface, but not enough to stimulate her nipples, as she was bound so tightly to the table as to barely allow any movement even when he thrust into her. Oh god, like that, for example. She pressed her lips together to resist the urge to cry out. When he pulled out, she gasped as she felt warm liquid splash across her backside, reaching her hands, back, and buttocks. She trembled as it began to cool against her skin. Was he going to deny her orgasm? She had indicated that she was interested in this, but she was also so very, very horny, she desperately hoped he wasn’t going to test that one out today.