Her silk robe was torn, discarded like a whisper. Mei Ling’s wrists were bound with coarse rope above her head, tied to the carved wooden headboard of her own bed. Her ankles were spread wide, lashed to the posts, leaving her cunt exposed, glistening and wet despite the terror drumming in her chest.

He stood over her, a predator relishing the captured prey. His eyes traced the trembling curve of her thighs, the rise and fall of her showcased tits. He didn't ask. He was there to take.

He lowered his head, his tongue a hot, rough drag from her slick slit to her clit. Mei Ling gasped, a sound caught between a sob and a moan. This wasn't supposed to feel… good. He lapped at her pussy like a man dying of thirst, his fingers pinching her nipples until they were tight, aching peaks. She squirmed against her bindings, trying to close her legs, but the rope held her open, a helpless offering.

His tongue circled her throbbing button, then flicked it rapidly. A traitorous heat coiled in her belly. Her hips bucked against her will, chasing his mouth. He chuckled, a dark, smug sound against her flesh, and delved two thick fingers into her soaked tunnel, crooking them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. She cried out, a raw, guttural sound as her first orgasm ripped through her, violent and unexpected.

He didn't give her time to recover. He rose, the head of his rock-hard cock nudging at her wet, welcoming entrance. He slammed into her, burying his shaft to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Mei Ling screamed, her walls cl