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Coming up behind you, Billy slips a zip tie from out of his back pocket and pulls your hands behind your back, and ties them together. He checks to make sure he’s not cutting off any circulation before he walks back around in front of you and looks down at you. For a moment, he just admires the sight of a helpless you. It was only a brief moment before you would end up looking like a hot mess that had been devoured by an animal. 

He pulls a knife out from a nearby drawer and leans into you, cutting the shirt from your body and ripping it from you, tossing it to the side like a rag. Billy then runs the knife against your skin, watching the way goosebumps follow behind the tip of the knife. He lets out a heavy wanting breath as he sees your chest begin to heave up and down. 

 He knew you were ready. But he needed the anticipation to last a little longer. He grabs your arm and lifts you to your feet, his fingers going to the swollen bud hidden by your panties. He felt the heat from it, the wetness that started to dampen the fabric. 

He quickly placed the knife under your panties. You jump slightly at the cold steel against your skin. He cuts those away and tosses them to the side as well before running the knife gently and carefully against the sensitive skin between your legs. Your body quivers at the feeling. 

Billy is practically drooling for you. You were the only girl who ever tolerated his darker needs. You loved when he almost treated you like a willing hostage, ready to be used and filled. He brings the knife up over your stomach, around your breasts, before he reaches your neck and lifts your face to look at him with the tip of the knife.  

“Are you ready, Pup?” He asks you. 

“Yes, Sir.” You respond with a heavy and shaking breath. 

Billy smirks and places the knife down before he undoes his pants, freeing his erect member and only that. He had no patience to strip down for you, not today. He needed it and the clothes, they weren’t going to get in his way. He spins you around and bends you over the desk. His hand goes to tightly grip your bound wrists as he shoves himself inside you. 

You gasp for air a moment before your breathing buckles. Billy groans at the sound of you and starts to pump harder and faster. None of this was about you, it was for him. It was about his release. And you were okay with that; you loved moments like this more than normal. You were his toy and sometimes he had to use you as such. 

“Fuck.” He grunted as he picked up more speed, pressing himself as deep into you as he could. His head hung back with his next moan and his fingers pressed into the skin around your writs, causing the binding to feel little tights. 

This only made you moan louder. You could tell Billy was needing his release. You start to move your hips slightly, helping him with his motions before his hands quickly move to grip at your hips.

His fingers pressed tightly into your skin as he started to cum. His cock twitched with your flexing muscles from your own finish, in sync with him. After a moment he slows down and calms himself. His breathing heavy, he holds himself in you a moment, letting every last drop of him fill you before he pulls out and steps back. 

“Good girl.” He says softly. “Such....a good girl.” He smirks, chuckling softly. You shouldn’t help but smile at his words. They were a couple of your favorite words. 

“How about we get you cleaned up?” He asks, reaching for the knife again and cutting the bindings off of you. You turn to him and smile, nodding your head as he lifts you up and carries you off to the bathroom.