What started as a slow slide of his flesh inside hers gradually shifted to a faster tempo until he was pounding into her. She gasped as she felt him slam into her, the wooden table creaking slightly at every thrust, her hips caught firmly against the edge so that between that and her bound collar, she was effectively immobilised. She moaned as his hips snapped against her buttocks, her fingers aching to hold onto something and, lacking anything else, clasping her own elbows as they were bound behind her. 